Maple season always feels like the turning point around here. Snow starts to give a little, days get longer, and things wake back up.
I spend a lot of time at Johnson Farm in Williston with my daughter. It’s one of those places we keep coming back to—between the animals, the sugarhouse, and the Johnson grandkids running around, it just feels right.
This time of year they’re going nonstop. Long days boiling sap, steam rolling out of the sugarhouse. It’s a grind, but it’s also kind of the heartbeat of early spring in Vermont.
The syrup is the real deal and delicious!
If you’re ever passing through Williston and want to pick up pork, beef, maple syrup—or pumpkins come fall—stop by and support their store.
There’s a decent chance you’ll see me and my daughter hanging around.
