Nostalgia
On Mother's Day we took a trip up to visit my Grandmother. Alex didn't believe me about the microwave tower near her house that I showed him on the drive there (a familiar landmark Sarah and I used to look for when we were kids) so we ended up taking a walk through the woods and then up the road past Gage's farm. We passed the old metal gate that Sarah and I used to climb on and do flips on. Behind the gate was a path that led up to a hillside that had blueberries and was an open field. Now someone lives up there, but they left the gate and painted it green. Kind of sad that we can't go up there anymore but that's progress I guess.
Grandma's Fence 
The Raspberry Patch--can't wait until late summer when those babies are producing!
The old sugar shack we used to call it...not sure if there was really much sugaring done in there.Its pretty small. There was always a lot of neat stuff in there though!
Stone wall we used to climb on
The infamous gate
And the microwave tower. Its not in use anymore. Someone actually lives just to the left of that windmill to the left of the tower!!! I wonder what kinds of cancer they have....
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Just a comment on the "sugar shack"--when I was young, we used to look forward every day in February to the day when we could start boiling sap. We'd tap the trees on the first decent sunny day (few and far between in Vermont in February), and once the sap started running, that's all we'd do for the next couple of weeks. Many was the night we'd sit at the table inside the cozy sugarhouse, maple-scented steam making the windows fog up, playing Rummy or Crazy Eights while the sap boiled down to syrup. Your grandfather would work all day at the quarry, then come home and work in the sugarhouse until late at night. Looking back, I don't know how he managed. Priorities were different then!
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