Oh wait. No. That's woodsmoke. From the evaporator. Burning outside to reduce our maple sap to syrup.
What? Doesn't everyone celebrate Valentine's Day by subjecting large quantities of liquid to scorching flames?
No, I guess not. And it would probably not be how I would celebrate it, either, were I married to any other man. But as it is, the evaporator is going, A.'s friend Jason is here, and by the end of the day we will once again have maple syrup. Good thing, because I ran out last week.
Maple syrup is better than roses, in my opinion. And now I think you can see why A. and I have managed to stay married for almost nine strange years now.
Happy Valentine's Day to you all, poppets! Anyone doing anything good to celebrate love today?