The view up the muddy, puddled, tree-lined lane could be a scene in Vermont. In the 1950s.
But it’s northern Allegheny County, this past Sunday morning.
Here in rural West Deer, the still, snow-pocked woods of evergreens and naked hardwoods seems much farther away from metro Pittsburgh than a mere 15 miles.
Hanging on some of the trunks on either side of Tree Haven Lane are curious metal buckets, like things you’ve seen in old books.
And near the far end of the lane is a rough-hewn wooden shed. Blue smoke pours from a pipe on top, and from an opening in the green metal roof rise puffs of steam.