What a wonderful memory and story Sharon and I had no idea how molasses was made.
Old Mr. Keiter that lived up the road from us in OH made maple syrup and I remember the buckets on the trees when the sap was flowing and the smoke coming out of the building where he made it.
Hank and I have been talking about the moon the past few nights. I've been singing that old song - It's only a paper moon, under a cardboard sky
Beautiful photos!
