The notification from the town zoning board was probably really the last straw.
Well when I say notification, I should probably say “notification”, because it was actually a farce from the neighbors who were teasing us about our ghetto-sugaring-in-the-driveway-with-sheets-of-plywood-to-protect-from-the-wind sugaring operation. I mean “operation.”
This is how it all came about: We have been sugaring for years on our property. Nothing more than just 30 buckets and boiling the sap out in our driveway. We started with a wood burning stove set on blocks with a hotel pan on top. And eventually graduated to a Leader half-pint evaporator. But really all along Jase had maple manifest destiny.