It's perfect sugaring weather, but our Shack stands cold and silent. The buckets aren't hung. The burner won't be lit. The pan not filled. There is no TAP TAP TAP of sap pinging. It's tough. It was a pained decision fraught with anxiety.
Why? For many reasons. But it was the correct decision.
With only two remaining quarts of last year's syrup, will we run out? Probably.