It is funny to us how people react to farming--each group has about the same reaction with in that group to most things that happen on the land--there is the group that grew up and lived on the farm and then the group that moved to the farm(nostalgia is always with the ones who moved). The ones that grew up and lived on the farm has the attitude--things happen fix it move on or let it go it is not a problem.
Today we finished setting the taps for sugarin. The wind was fast with gust up to 44 miles/hour all the trees where cracking and moaning--a bit hair raising out there, many large limbs fell. During our time in the woods a neighbor came over with quit a few comments on how we should not be out there it was o to dangerous. He was so nervous/jittery I thought his heart was going to give out, but we told him that with the temp. change there will be a good run tonight and into Sunday--there is no choice these taps have to go out, all of them. Fear got the best of him and he left--this man is a great orchardman moved out here over 30 years ago, but still never really left from whence he came--a good friend. He likes us but when we are working to get the job done to move on to the next task he say,"we are to dangerous--taking to many risk." and we say,"get er done--who needs a screw driver when there is a butter knife in the lunch pail."
After the work of tapping was done we had to go and put the lids back on that blew off and weigh all the tops down so not to loss any sap from hoses blown out of the buckets.
He waved with a sigh of relief when we finally left.
God bless