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Pussy Willows in the swamp |

It gave me a chance to try it on the slippery hills with the "new" rear tire chains. I cut down the pair from Dad's 1938 Chevy, hanging in the shed since he bought the 1951 Chev Powerglide DeLuxe. The chains worked great--instead of getting stuck on the least little wet spot, now it goes through the mud holes, up the steep hills and even pulls a trailer. Heck of a deal--a new set of chains cost $60 bucks. Dad, a thrifty man, had hung the old but good chains on the garage wall, next to the WWII metal shell box, to await the chance to be recycled.
Enough sap on hand to keep us cooking 4 days, with more in the woods and probably some to run tomorrow. I think we will collect sap tomorrow afternoon and pull the buckets too. The warm weather means you can't store sap--it ferments. One year I had 250 gallons in the old farm bulk tank that actually turned white and had sort of a jellylike white layer on the bottom of the tank before I got to cooking it. It turned out almost black and had a sort of biting molasses and vinegar flavor--not really usable, but interesting. Still have 3 cases of 12 ounce bottles waiting for that customer who prefers robust flavors!
Got to go now, seems to be a mosquito hovering around my laptop computer screen, occasionally landing on my stockinged foot, tasting it. Just seeing one flying around gives me the itchie-twitchies.