I have fond memories from my childhood of spending time at my aunt and uncle’s sugar shack. Sure, all kids like sweet, sticky maple syrup, but the memories are about the carefree nature of those outdoor days. It’s as though the cold didn’t affect us. We would run and play in the forest while the adults were gathered at the shack. Ski-doo rides. Sleigh rides. *Pretending* to help. There was always music playing. Fiddle. Accordion. Guitar. The entire forest came alive. From the …
