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Maple Syrup Making: Part 1
Yesterday I walked out the door and it was spring. The sun was shining, and I could feel the thick warmth from its rays. Spring means maple syrup season has come and gone. We (mostly Dad) make maple syrup from the broad leaf maple trees that dot the valley floor. Unlike the typical sugar maple, these trees give sap that makes a thinner syrup, though it still has the distinctive, natural maple taste. When the weather yields cold frosty nights and warm days, Dad starts gathering taps, hoses, buckets, and a sled to begin tapping trees. The fog hung low, clinging to the bare fingers of trees. The slushy scraping…
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Letter Writing
Handwritten letters are some of my most treasured things. A deep surge of joy fills my heart when I open my mailbox to find a letter bearing my name and a beautiful stamp. When I have the privilege to write a letter, I begin with choosing my paper. The paper I use most commonly is plain lined writing paper, or some simple stationery. With pencil and paper, I embark on my journey of creativity and relaxation. After a greeting, I write about what is taking up my time, whether it is school or work or play, and then I eagerly describe any new or exciting news such as, upcoming trips…
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Back to the Basics
Electricity—The impact of this single word is profound in our technologically advanced society. We rely on this commodity every day. It becomes easy and almost unavoidable to take the privilege of electricity for granted. We use it all the time. We use it when we take a shower, turn on a light, or cook a meal. It is everywhere. The electricity in the valley comes from our own (small), hydro-powered powerhouse, and the backup diesel generators. Though we theoretically have a steady supply of power, we experience frequent power outages. I count this as a blessing. It is a reminder of how great a privilege electricity is. The longer you…
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A Space of My Own
The air is warm and heavy with the smell of sweet, scented candles. There is a rough, thick rug under your feet, and you can hear the gentle drip of rain on the roof. Soft, classical music is playing. Beyond the music, very faint, is the crackle of a lively fire. The only other sound is the purr of a contented cat, nearly asleep on the bed. As you gaze around the room, you see warm, bright colors on the floral bedspread. Orange, yellow, pink and blue dominate the room. The two windowsills, the wood nightstand, and the dresser are dotted with knickknacks and small plants. In the hands of…
