I can feel it in my bones, sure as anything ever was, mud season is just starting to stretch his legs and yawn, realizing the days are warming and it’s time to do his work. This is our road this morning, pre-mud. Followup in a few weeks. Logging operations are suspended until the earth dries up, later in the summer or even next winter depending on the rainfall. The town closes the roads to heavy trucks this week in anticipation of the mud. What some call spring we call Mud Season. But on a sweeter note the maple trees are tapped, some 400 taps, and the sweet sap is flowing!
