Randomly, spontaneously, we decided to cook down the many gallons of maple sap that we've collected in the past few days. We've been cooking it slowly as we go (on the kitchen stove of all places) but Pete and Sage build a simple maple cooker out of a dozen cinder blocks today.
So we went for it.
We started cooking mid-afternoon, and the next thing I knew we had spent the day outside in the sunshine around the fire.
Not too shabby for a random Wednesday.
When we got hungry we had a perfectly balanced meal of hot maple sap, organic hot dogs, and last year's dilly beans from the cellar. (Yes, some days not going in to cook trumps a healthy meal.)
There was music, laughter, books, woodsmoke, and steam.
And then it was time to call it a night.
Long after bedtime might have been we wandered inside for warmed raw milk with ghee (to help little ones sleep and fill any empty spots left in tummies after our questionable dinner). Then – still laughing – everyone tucked in for the night.
Spring in the country. Maple sap. Woodsmoke. Steam. Bald eagles. Sandhill cranes. Music. Handknits. Magic. Stars. Peace.
More goodness than my heart can hold.