Happy spring days!

Well the iceburg has offically left my front lawn and green grass has started to grow. I have spent the last week raking AROUND the snowpiles as the slowly melted, but a few days of 60+ weather has freed our front lawn from its icy, dirty mess.

Syruping is done too! here is a great story for you. I ran out of wood so we checked out the hardware store down the road if they had any pallets that they wanted to get ride of...they sure did! so we took home a jeep full of pallets (6 I think) and Jim started cutting them up, well we got distracted and didnt finish cutting them up. Actually he only got through one! so the next day I am looking at this pile of lumber trying to figure out if I am going to have enough that is cut to last me the day. There wasnt enough and I had the sap at a good boil, so I didnt want to have to go through the whole process again of starting the fire up..yadda, yadda. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I am terrified of the skil saw...HATE IT, large rotating blade on a little heavy piece of machinery, hooked with an electrical cord. Just seems like a horror movie waiting to happen. (I do run the radial alarm saw!) I am chicken.

SO, I decided to put my big girl pants on and start the skil saw and cut up my own dang pallets. And sure enough, I did. I brought the large pile to nothing but the spines of pallets.
I was so proud. I am woman, HEAR ME ROAR! We ended saping with 4.5 quarts of syrup! Not bad for my first year.

Family life is good, since the temperatures have warmed up we are spending endless hours outside. Isabelle loves to help out around the lawn (she has her own little rake!)and she is entertaining herself well, which is leaving me with lots of time to get alot of work down on the yard (it needs it, 1 inch of gravel on the front from thsi winter! YIKES!)


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The Bertone's said...

Hey Leah,
Its Monica (Norbert's Step daughter)! I just wanted to say how beautiful your daughter is. I hope all is well with you. Take care!

Ponder this....

You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act. 
 Barbara Hall, A Summons to New Orleans, 2000