Stanley Boris Bear, who was named after his granddad, went by the name Boris to avoid confusion while his granddad was alive, and had taken over the family farm after his granddad passed away. By improving the farm here and there, today he owned a large business that centered around crops that produced sweet fruit, honey and maple syrup.
This morning Boris walked up to the top of his maple grove, to a ledge that had a grand view of his farm. From here he surveyed all that the new year had in store for him. The late winter was starting to turn into spring when the maple sugaring season would come to an end. Boris observed healthy trees in his maple grove, about half were currently in their peak production years for creating good sap for syrup. The other maples were a mix of young saplings and very old trees that had lived long enough to be left alone during sugaring season. Several dead maple trees stood in this grove, Boris chose to leave them standing as homes for birds and small animals. Eventually these trees would fall, sometimes the whole tree at once, but most often piece by piece, or limb by limb, adding to the humus layer of decaying materials that provided nutrients to the living forest.
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