I am in bed to day. The measles are going away some to day. The Doc was up to see me to day.
Mat. Lambert was in to see me to day. Jim was home to day. The sap did not run very good to day.
Oh, the gladdest time of year
Is the merry sugar making,
When the swallows first appear.
And the sleepy buds are waking.
Soon the blue birds and the bees
O’er the stuble will be winging;
So ‘tis time to tap the trees
And to set the axe a-ringing
Sugar season. 1868
Mat. Lambert was in to see me to day. Jim was home to day. The sap did not run very good to day.
Oh, the gladdest time of year
Is the merry sugar making,
When the swallows first appear.
And the sleepy buds are waking.
Soon the blue birds and the bees
O’er the stuble will be winging;
So ‘tis time to tap the trees
And to set the axe a-ringing
Sugar season. 1868
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