"Good tree, good tree"
"Syrup for the grandchildren. Or - awwww... a baby."
(Please ignore Bob's gross coat sleeve. He insists that work clothes are allowed to be utterly nasty. I've been known to freak out and pitch torn, threadbare flannel shirts before.)
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I guess the sap is running like crazy at my son's sugarbush, too. Springtime in the Adirondacks sure tastes sweet!
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