My Fault

All my fault, sorry, sorry, apologies all around.

But the season was in danger, and some serious praying was in order.
So I did it. Asked for just enough sap to give me another gallon of syrup. Sixty gallons of sap -- no more. But in order to get sap, the trees needed a bit of cold. So, there you have it, a Nor'ester. So far, six inches of snow on the buckets. Big, big flakes, nice for ushering another sap run. And maybe some excellent sledding as well.

Be still my heart, we're sugaring again. And I'll be praying for a nice long warm spring next, promise.