We are owned by trees. What I mean to say is we are tree slaves. We are obligated each night now, to drive the 13 miles to our sugar bush in the Chippewa National Forest and check the white plastic buckets hanging from silver colored spiles for sap. Some nights, like yesterday, there are buckets overflowing with clear sweet sap. Some nights like tonight, our arms get a break from carrying full 5 gallon buckets through the woods and we get just a little. In any case, like I said, we are now owned by the trees.
We've made an agreement with them. We will put in the taps and you will give us what you can. We promise to come visit each night no matter what kind of day we've had at work,no matter how tired we are,no matter if we know in our hearts the sap has not run, we will come to you each night to receive what gifts you can give and we will do this for these few weeks each spring because we believe in this exchange of hard work for sweetness.
Peace,
Karen
2 comments:
Mind if I tag along?
You look like you are feeling great Mike and thats great. The 'bucket chick' in the red coat looks pretty good too! Wish I was up there to help you with this task. I could at least carry the empty buckets!
Love you two!!! big bro
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