Thursday, February 09, 2006

One of The Finer Things in Life

Very few things, not related to my children, come close to the feelings of contentment that sugaring gives me. Right now, there is nothing, aside from the girls, that can make my spirit soar like the smell of maple in the early morning air.

11 comments:

Idiot Cook said...

Love the last line.

I think "writing" must figure in here somewhere. :)

P.H. said...

Oh writing is definitely right up there. But really, you have to experience being outside, before the sun comes up, and catching the first wiffs of maple. I feel previleged. It speaks to my soul.

Anonymous said...

Potential lead -- or at least an extra line -- for sugar mapling story?

Steve said...
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Steve said...

I hear ya, Patty. I, too, enjoy the smell of maple. Just as it's making its way down the spout of an Aunt Jemima bottle onto a stack of pancakes. Not so sure it speaks to my soul.

But it does address my hunger.

Idiot Cook said...

I agree with MBY--DEFINITE lead.

Ignore the King's comments. That's what Ursula says. ;)

Steve said...

Sorry about that. City-boy here doesn't understand a thing about the great outdoors. Keep in mind that I'm the guy who went to the Grand Canyon and wanted to leave after 15 minutes.

Consider me nature-challenged.

Anonymous said...

Ursula rules!

I notice I wrote "sugar mapling" instead of "maple sugaring." maybe that was my Ursula speaking...

Idiot Cook said...

"Sugar mapling" is something else ENTIRELY. And not at all G-rated, like maple sugaring is.

Where's Donna when you need her???

I think deep down everyone has an inner Ursula.

But it's nothing like the REAL Ursula.

Ms. Zuba said...

Where do you go sugaring? Believe it or not, Indiana had big maple sugar festivals when I was a kid. Sorghum too....

P.H. said...

We do sugaring in our backyard.