Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Spring Hits Maine...

You can't beat a little bit of spring sunshine. Mondale toddled off to Little Rhody, while Listmaker has buggered off completely. Country Mouse and I (along with Med School Mama and her family) took the The Honorable MEP approach and went in search of maple syrup in the Kennebec Valley:

Me and the Mouse at the Pownalborough Courthouse, Maine's oldest. CM's grandparents' used to have a summer place next door. I dare say someone in her family built the original- they have been in Maine longer than granite.

Said courthouse.

MSM and her brood.

Down the road, at the farm's sugar shack.

Farm mud is universal.

Who knew maple syrup was so complicated.

More machinery, all in the pursuit of 3 gallons an hour.

The end result.

Mama and mama-to-be under a fantastic tree.

Shutterbug Jr snaps away, while Mr. Ployes contemplates his own syrup operation.

I can't read, and I can't write, but that don't really matter; cause I'm a Norwich City fan and I love a good tractor.


listmaker said...

dude! give me a break.
i'm packing and shit. and all sorts of fantasy baseball organization. and my wife has been hogging the computer with "work" stuff. i'll be back at some point. don't you worry.

weasel said...

Now here's a question: do you alphabetize the packing boxes, or just their contents? I await your return with baited breath, but fully understand.

Everyone seems to be moving or in a moving mood in Brooklyn: what do you all know that we all don't?

Jim said...

Looks like you had fun on Maple Syrup Sunday. For someone who incessantly prattles on about the authentic Maine, I rarely make it out on one of the PST's more authentic annual events.

Well, chap, good for you. There's always next year, or at least that's what I tell myself, most years.

Margaret Evans Porter said...

Looks like you had a good time, too! Lovely weather for an outing, and a hearty slog through the mud is always fun, don't you think?

FlyingRodent said...

That's not my idea of fun.

I can't see any brandy, drugs or naked women.

Admittedly, my idea of a good time is sitting in my flat with the internet when Mrs. Rodent has gone out to her friend's house, and there's precious little brandy or drugs on those occasions.

As for where the naked women come in, well, I'll leave that to your imagination.

weasel said...

After four months of Maine winter, any excuse to get outside without wearing 15 coats is fun.

Of course, during the dark days of snow and ice brandy comes in handy, but with the wind chill naked women are nothing but pipe dreams.