(This is the last post of the Slice of Life project)
Has it really been a full month of daily slicing? I guess so. I had not intended to write every day in March for Slice of Life but I got so caught up in the moments, and the network of connections, that I just kept right on going as the days of March rolled along. I appreciate all the work that Stacey and Ruth put into Slice of Life and I am amazed at the quality of writing that I found when I went back to travel around the blogs (not nearly enough … I apologize).
I was thinking about Slice of Life and its effects as I stood staring at the white bucket hanging from our tree with a tube running into the bark. Our neighbor taps our trees for sap and then boils it in his yard into syrup. The kids love this — the fire and thick smoke draws kids from near and far — and like Slice of Life, it only lasts for a short intense period of time. The sap runs when the conditions are right and then it stops. But the sweet taste of memories remains with us for some time, as we get some of the syrup in little jars. Our neighbor has already packed up his fire and syrup pans but the bucket is still on our tree for now, ready to collect whatever may still drip out. But, we’re on our own now if we want to create syrup.
Slicers, I hope all of your words keep flowing like the sap from our tree, and that your experiences are just as sweet. You are welcome to tap my tree any time you want — read the words, watch the movies, listen to the songs, engage in conversation. In the end, we all get something out of the connections we make in these virtual writing networks. Projects like Slice of Life remind us of that.
Thank you for sharing your month with me.
Peace (in slices),
Kevin
the syrup sounds awesome!!
It has been a great month and I look forward to continuing this writing journey.
Well done Kevin. I recall that you wrote early on about not posting every day and yet here you are on day 31 with some wonderful slices. Thanks
Wonderful analogy Kevin…Let’s keep the sap flowing…
Bonnie
When I was a small child, my parents took our family up to Maine to watch the sugaring off (or at least I think that’s what they called it). The trees all had a metal spigot pounded into the tree with a galvanized bucket hanging to catch the drips. We also went into the sugarhouse where they boiled down the sap into sugar, walking out with bear-shaped maple sugar treets.
So when I saw your bucket and hose contraptions, and read your elegant metaphor, I thought of how times change, both in the maple syrup department, as well as the communications department. This exchange that you write about couldn’t have happened without more modern conveniences of computers, internet and blogs.
Thanks for your great writing. Hope to see you around sometimes–
Elizabeth
http://peninkpaper.blogspot.com/
It has been a wonderful time to read the slices. I have never seen sap harvested (is that the correct term) from a tree before. Thanks for sharing!
This really has been a special month. Like the classroom we have built a community with out writing and formed a bond with our sharing. I am so thrilled to have meet such wonderful writers and thinkers. People have really made every slice count! I will continue to post and read and comment.
See you soon Kevin!
Great Slices, great times! Keep it flowing and I’ll take some pancakes with that!
Congratulations on writing for 31 days and winning that awesome looking mug! Hope you enjoy your coffee in it.