Among the things I want Fence Post to be is a workbook, a writer's notebook, a work in progress to which I will add and subtract.

I left something out of that last post. Something important.

When I drove into the cemetery I saw something different. An area the same size as the old cemetery had been cleared of its trees. Hundreds of trees had been cut down. Maples for the most part. I know this because I remember seeing the cans stuck to the trees, when I visited my father's grave in past springs.

Maple syrup, that sweet blood that flows through the veins of those trees. Which are gone now.

That should have been added to the previous post.