The steam off the boilers smells richly sweet. The whole room is filled with it — open the door and step in, and you’re dipped whole into damp, warm air and the scent of maple sap boiling down.
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BTW expedition — Tramping in mud time
I looked carefully for the goat. It was a raw early spring afternoon when I coasted to a stop in the driveway at Clover Hill, and I could see clear across the valley to Pine Cobble.
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Berkshire tree farms grow spruce, fir and pine
The grass is frost-scuffed, and the afternoon light gives the bare trees a glow. We park in the field by the barn and walk up the hill carrying a bow saw. The air smells of balsam. The baby trees on the fringes come up to our knees, but we are […]
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