FRIDAY MORNING

Things are fairly quiet

I can smell bacon frying

And the horses are pulling

The collection trailer from

Tree to tree pouring sap

From the maples into

Their collection barrel

They will spend a lot of

Time rendering the sap

Into syrup, which they

Hope to sell to local merchants

And customers who will

Be stopping at their farm

Market during the season.

It is not an easy life, but one

They have grown to cherish.

The bacon smells good and

The horses are rewarded

With oats for their labor.

The farm life is unique and

Once experienced, it is hard

To give up. There are good seasons

And bad seasons, dry and wet.

It all goes with the territory.

Stanski

April 12, 2024, ^