Old Monarchs

Susan and I were recently blessed with the oportunity to buy a piece of her maternal ancestral farm in the Mountains of West Virginia. She had often told me about seeing the old sugar camp that her mother’s family had worked for so many years. The sugar camp had disappeared by the time I came on the scene 30 years ago. While walking with Vandy on the old farm road I was awed by the old manarchs – I always am. The old monarchs of the forest are the ancient sugar maples that served the family well for so many years. They are large and gnarled. They look tired, but stately. I bet the maple syrup from these trees was lip-smacking delicious and served the large family well.

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