As it says. Mr. Crankypants.
water soluble caran d’ache, crayons
Thanking the old trees,
remembering the maples of my childhood.
I’ve been sugaring at the old hilltown farmhouse of a friend. Long quiet days of tending fires, hauling sap, filtering and bottling syrup. Alternating with days catching up with the busyness of life. The last few posts are out of order, but dated correctly.