...or "wood", depending on what part of the tree we're talking about here. Sylvia was just upset to see her friend, Frank, leave. Frank is cutting up wood before the ground gets too soft and Sylvia has had fun trotting around the muddy crevices filled with icy water left by Frank's tractor. It's that time of year for Maple syrup and the sap is running strong. Sylvia and I hope to get out to Maple Syrup Sunday, which is a breakfast festival of sorts celebrating the natural sugar.
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