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This weekend, in proper New England fashion, we went maple sugaring. We had a taste of this March ritual last year when we first moved back to Western Massachusetts (see photo at the bottom of this post from last year’s experience. My GOD! Sunny was wee). This year, however, we didn’t sit idly by eating pancakes, we learned! We participated! We maple sugared! *SavedByTheBellstylehighfive*

And now James and I are both dreaming of purchasing a home with an orchard of maple trees so that we can do this in our own backyard. James can build the sugar shack, and the wood stove, and all the other necessary equipment, and I can, well, provide effusive moral support. In the meantime, we’ll envy our friends with this capability, and totally mooch off of them for the foreseeable future.

Sunny loved drinking the warm maple sap. And when she discovered the joy of dipping her marshmallows into her cup of hot sap, her mind? Officially blown.