My esoteric ticks that take me into the woods in winter.
Collecting Maple Sap for Syrup–and for an Excuse to Say “Spile”
Maple syruping: that’s my topic this week, although it had stiff competition with landmark events and astonishing everyday occurrences. Landmark events? Early in the week I finished the first draft of my second novel. I was travelling, but not for work, which gave me the time to concentrate. Another landmark event: My dad turned 92. My... Continue Reading →