All Those Good Ones That Got Away

Who else tapped these trees?

Iโ€™ll never know, except it was about 60 years ago.๐Ÿ

Hanging buckets in the snow

storm has passed and dusk is aglow. ๐Ÿ

My mind is still a swirl from Town Meeting.

I focus on sugar on snow because itโ€™s good eating. ๐Ÿ

The three of us march from tree to tree hoping for a future which may never be.๐Ÿ

Fees and taxes keep going up. Neighbors donโ€™t even like our big truck. ๐Ÿ

Be careful of throwing traditions away.

Once theyโ€™re gone though youโ€™ll hear one of those folks say:

Give me a grant to study why all those good ones got away. ๐Ÿ