"you can't do this just anywhere, can you?"
As we neared the field FarmerMacDonald invited me to hop up onto the blue sap collecting barrel, dragging behind the oxen on the sled, and as I did he shouted, "you can't do this just anywhere, can you?" with this ridiculously huge grin on his face that I know I returned. I felt 8 years old again, like everything was an adventure; my body felt new and refreshingly foreign to me; my heart swelled in contentedness as my lungs took in the loamy spring air; I laughed as I was dragged down a road behind two oxen with the view of two very large rumps.
The field was deliciously muddy--the kind of mud you hope to stomp around in when you're a kid--and as we wandered in and out of the field our boots and pants were covered in it. We gathered the buckets, dumped, replaced the sap lines into said buckets, and in no time were heading back up the road towards the Sap House; our efforts to be rewarded once we dumped the sap into the evaporating tanks and could enjoy the ridiculously rich sap tea--scalding sap (taken from the evaporating tanks) mixed with rich Farm cream. A cardiologists nightmare, but so good.