Friday, March 30, 2012

Sugar House

Today's picture shows the maple sap being brought back to the sugar house. Inside the sugar house is a large vat and a burner. The maple sap is cooked down until it becomes the thick maple syrup we all love. I have enjoyed looking at these peaceful scenes from Vermont this week. Sort of makes me lonesome for simpler times.


  1. Looking at all that snow makes me cold. I'm glad it is warm here in Maryland.

  2. All that cold and snow is what makes for good maple syrup production.
    Warm winters do not produce much sap.

  3. where ya been dadd????

  4. Maybe simpler times, but a lot more hard work!

  5. What a fun week this has been with the maple syrup pictures. Vermont is still a pretty simple place. My folks used to take us kids camping in the Green Mountains of VT. and when I started a family I'd take my kids camping there as well. Nothing changed. My wife and I even went camping in Vermont on our Honeymoon. After 3 nights in the tent I had to upgrade to a cabin to keep the peace with my bride. Thanks for all your efforts PJM.

  6. I'm with Carol. I do believe it was a simpler time - but it was certainly a lot more work. I don't think I would last - 'course I might have been more used to it too...


  7. Dear PJM,
    Your comment about feeling lonesome for simpler times strikes a chord.

    I worked in the North Sea oil patch when it just opened up and I had the privilege of meeting, working with, and really getting to know some truly great gentlemen. They came from Texas, Oklahoma, Lousiana and many other States and showed us in the UK how to do things. I truly respected them and I worked just as hard as I could and never, ever encountered any problems. In fact I advanced in life thanks to those men. They showed us the way.
    The 'Ne'er do Wells', and there was always one or two on every tour, did not last the pace. We waved them goodbye with no qualms.
    The "simpler times" you talk of always remind me of my nights in the mess hall, chug-a-lugging coffee, and listening to first hand tales of oil patch adventures, right away from the Gulf and way across to the Middle East.
    We had no movies or even public radios then, and by crikey, some of those guys, including Big Ed ******* from Oklahoma could certainly keep every one of us totallly enthralled. We would go off to our bunks waiting for the next instalment.

    I miss those simple days.

  8. And sorry, but getting back on topic: It was on those rigs where I learned to taste and love real Maple syrup. Money used to be no object and the caterers bought the best quality available and as much as was needed. I even sampled maple syrup poured over bacon and 'hotcakes' as the cook called them. They were very, very good, almost as good as his sourdough hotcakes slick with butter and syrup.
    I am *SO* hungry!

  9. Wondering how Miss EAM is coming along?

  10. Here in vermont we have a very long history of being in the front of the Maple Syrup industry! The pastoral scenes are to be seen during the snow covered hillsides of this fine state!


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