I’m tired. I smell like silver maple chips and a walk behind tractor. My cat is harassing me for dinner. I’ve neglected the woodstove and am shivering. An excellent farm day, for sure.
We're thankful for our trees, and sometimes they require attention. Last week, my cousin pruned some trees over the hoop houses. While chipping, I smelled the sweet smell of the silver maple. Reminds me of late winter when we tap them.
The chips will nourish the woodland beds where we grow our native forest wildflowers, grasses and sedges.