Photoblog: cabane a sucre

So I am sick — yes, again. I abdicate responsibility this time, though. First, we caught it from our lovely, charming, adorable, leaky, germy nephews (aged four-ish and two-ish). We visited them in Ottawa last weekend, and I didn't know they were sick until after I had been there for ten hours (we arrived close to midnight, well after they had gone to bed) — by which point it was, obviously, TOO LATE.

Second, Pd is sick too, which means that this must be some kind of superbug. His immune system is usually better than mine, especially right now.

Third, it could be worse. The younger nephew also had pinkeye.

In retrospect, though, it was probably a bit of a mistake to let them squirm and frolic their germy selves on our futon/bed. (We were occupying what is usually their playroom/tv room. It was hard to say no.) Still — not pinkeye. I insist that that must count for something.

Anyway, as you might (or might not) be able to tell from the photograph above, we went to Ottawa for our annual trek to the local cabane à sucre. (Er, by "annual," I mean we haven't done this in something like five or six years, and by "local," it's just over an hour away — creative license.) It's pretty much as I remember it — things don't really change there.


The pretty farmhouse at the front of the property that has nothing to do with the cabane itself — I think it's where the owners live. At any rate, guests are not welcome to go into it.














The last time I was there — five or six years ago — we got there very late, and had to rush in order to get the tire before they closed. We went in the early afternoon this time, so for some reason I thought it would be more like a school trip: you know, a syrup tap demonstration, maybe a visit to a shed or something where they do whatever mysterious thing they do to maple syrup; maybe even a hike in the woods? But no. Apparently one really does go just for the food. It was a bit of an eat-and-dash sort of thing — especially as the nephews were sick, and very antsy. But still — very good. None of us could eat for a good day or so afterwards, though.
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Extraneous gardening note: I found more tulips! In the front yard this time! More victory points! Now, if only I could remember which type I planted has stripey leaves ...