Our box elder maple is hooked up to gallon jugs and the sap is flowing quickly. Kinda Frankensteinish, ey?
Our dog, Farmer, turns two years old this month. He still thinks he's a lap dog...a bone crushing lap dog.
Also, if you've linked to GrittyPretty under my real name can you please change it to say "grittypretty", "modern housewifery", or whatever else besides my real name. Much appreciation! and besos!
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you're back! welcome.
What do you do with the sap from the tree??
I miss Farmer. and so does my white sweater.
thanks ardently.
rachel g, we brew ale.
sue-donym, your white sweater made a lucky escape and not a second too soon!
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