Fire up the evaporators, and start filling your tanks! It’s Maple Season! When I think about spring, every other memory ties back to maple sugaring. As a little girl, I remember riding in the back of the old Toyota pickup truck. Roger would pull up to a sugarbush, and all of us kids would hop out and scatter, searching for the bucket yielding the most sap. We would…
Oh, how I loved the opening day of fishing. It meant spring and an early morning wake-up on the last Saturday of April every year. My sisters, father and I would meet W and his sons in the dark up in Boscawen at their farm. Poles in hand, our fathers would drive us up to Franklin, to wet a line just as the sun was coming up over…