The Woods

Lots of farm blogs and garden blogs wax poetic in the winter months about seed catalogs and 'shopping' for the coming growing season's varieties. I have got to say that seed catalogs look more like work than pleasure to me these days. We order thousands of dollars of seeds each year, so it is not only work ordering all the seeds but serious expense.
On what does this farmer wax poetic?
(May I?)
Days in the woods = winter.
Our woodlot is really our family's favorite place.
The packbasket is loaded with a bit of paper and matches, snacks, teapot, mugs and/or whirlypop popcorn maker, some water bottles and we are off. Ok, maybe not quite as easily as that sounds. . .we are dressing 2 young ones, after all.
Walk.
Fire.
Ice.
Trees.
Tracks.
Walk.
That is all the waxing I need to do.

We have all been well despite a bit of contagion and quarantine. . .

Besides that, all is well.
Maple trees have been tapped, boiling to come.
Our sap is rising , too -- for the growing season ahead!
Cleaning out the greenhouse as we ready it for heating in the next few weeks.
We will be at the CSA/CSF Fair in Belfast this Sunday from 1-3 at the UU Church.
See you there?

Great.
All the best from here,
Polly and Prentice