Route 146 is a busy state road that runs past my house into Altamont. There are houses strung along its length, interspersed with old fields, thickly overgrown with briars and small trees. About a month ago I noticed the sap buckets, and then the mason jars started appearing. On Easter Sunday morning I finally had time to stop at the first farm stand of the year.
Many think that eating local is more expensive, but at $4.00 a pint, this syrup is a bargain compared with the grocery stores. I left my offering in the plastic zipper bag and went home to have pancakes.