February 27th, 2012 by Peggy Farabaugh
Guest Blogger: Shannon Albritton
Customer Champion at Vermont Woods Studios
It’s certainly not a news flash that Vermont has received below average snowfall this winter. Who am I kidding? We’ve probably had less snow than Georgia (please don’t fact check this). On the heels of 2011’s over-the-top weather including abominable winter snow storms and hurricane-force floods it seems Mother Nature may be taking a time-out for bad behavior… or maybe she thinks we deserve a break?
So while ‘Mother’ is kicking back in her flip-flops [I picture her sipping a blood orange, ginger mimosa from a treehouse in Costa Rica] University of Vermont’s Proctor Maple Research Center is receiving calls from concerned maple syrup lovers with fears that this year’s easy-breezy winter could take the sweetness out of maple syrup production? We just want to know; will there be syrup for our honey-buckwheat blueberry pancakes?
Many Vermont maple syrup producers, known as sugarmakers, are beginning the season 2-3 weeks earlier this year and some long-time producers report this to be their earliest start ever. Sugarmakers are reaching out to one another seeking asking questions such as “When are you starting?” and “It is time?” One producer has decided not to tap his trees at all this year because he’s already seen signs of leaf buds. Once maple trees have begun to bud an off flower flavor occurs in the sap and brings a halt to the season.
What’s the general word from Vermont’s sugarmakers to all of us who love that sticky-sweet maple syrup, candy, taffy and it’s amber brown goodness? It looks like we’re all going to be OK. Turns out the weather while the sap is flowing is more critical than the weather leading up to the big event. Vermont sugarmakers are hoping for just the right balance of freezing and thawing temperatures during the six-week sap flow season to maintain just the right flow. For the moment they’re looking good though too many warm days and not enough freezing nights could still cause an impact. Overall sugarmakers seem encouraged that all is well in maple sugar land and our pancakes will surely be graced, once again, by our much loved liquid gold.
Although the fate of this year’s maple sugaring season may lie in the hands of a flip-flop wearing, mimosa sipping woman chilling on an exotic island, I have faith – faith that Vermont will do what Vermont always does – figure it out and make do with whatever Mother Nature blows our way.
A friend told me his young daughter has learned to read the maple trees and they tell her when the time is right to begin tapping. She hasn’t been wrong yet. I’m going to contact him and see what she’s predicting for the season. I’m guessing she’s got a hotline straight to our ‘Mother’. One thing’s for sure – Vermont’s sugarmakers aren’t ready to back down from this tap dance just yet — show us your moves Mother Nature.
Watch this delightful video of Henry Emmons, 67, of Red Rock Maple Farm in Starksboro VT and see the maple sugar flow as he started making maple syrup this week as day-time temperatures soar. (Produced my Emily McManamy, Burlington Free Press)
May 11th, 2011 by Peggy Farabaugh
Most people think my mother must be crazy when I tell them she has 22 cats. But she's not one of those hoarders you see on the news.
Two (neutered) indoor cats are her preference. But last year someone dumped off 9 feral cats in her neighborhood and somehow they all found their way to Mother's back yard.
They were skinny and pitiful so she started to feed them. We got some Have-a-Heart traps and were able to catch 7 of the cats which we brought to the vet and had neutered.
But most feral cats are unadoptable. They're too wild. So after neutering– the prevailing wisdom, as explained to me by Dr. Stacy Lambrinos of the Red Fern Veterinary Clinic is to return them to their territory.
So that's what we did and today the cats still live in Mom's back yard– no big deal really. They roam the neighborhood, everyone feeds them and surely they'll soon be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the World's Fattest Feral Cats.
But there were 2 feral cats we simply could not outsmart with the trap. As luck would have it, they were both girls. So of course, this year we had babies. 10 babies.
This one is named Pierre because of his mustache. I think he looks more like Charlie Chaplin but I have no say. Lilly and Emily are the naming committee.
More later, including my mother's ingenious method of trapping the last 2 hold-outs and the plan for adopting these 10 kittens out.
Anybody looking for an adorable little black and white kitten?
Did you know that all kittens have blue eyes when they are born?