Showing posts with label maple syrup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maple syrup. Show all posts

Monday, February 4, 2013

The Cogs of Spring Begin to Turn - Maple Season

In my mind, I picture a great mechanism made up of all kinds of big and little cogs fitted together - like the inside of a very intricate clock.  During winter, those cogs have stood still and silent.  Maybe they've collected a little dust and maybe a cobweb or two.  But now, finally, those many cogs have begun to slowly, painfully, laboriously creak to a start.  

Maple season never truly ends, but the most labor intensive period of maple season - collecting and boiling sap - begins in a few short weeks.  We've begun cleaning out our evaporator pans, tidying and setting up our sugar shack, checking sap lines for squirrel damage, removing tree limbs that have fallen on the lines, installing new lines to new areas, and the myriad of other tasks that comprise Maple Season.    



The evaporator pans aren't too dirty.

Fitz power washes the evaporator pan.

Maple sap evaporator pan

Power washing the pan.


The cogs of spring have begun to turn.

I'm happy to see it come.




Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Sounds Like Maple Syrup

Sounds Like Maple Syrup 
by Sherri Doyle 
Art by Jim Bernardin
from Highlights Five

Branches creak in the chilly breeze -
Time to tap the maple trees.

Sap drips fast in a silver pail
Snow boots crunch back up the trail.

Sap is splashing, bucket pours.
Bubbles thicken.  Fire roars.

Time for pancakes, "Mmm so yummy!"






http://sheridoyle.blogspot.com/2012/02/poetry-friday-sounds-like-maple-syrup.html

Isn't this completely adorable?  Check out the dog.  

I'm tapping maple trees today.



Friday, February 25, 2011

Love and Maple Syrup

                                                                                              



Love and maple syrup shine like
Embers warm, like thoughts divine
They tell us it is spring
Love and maple syrup stir
The thoughts of people into words
Of songs that they can sing


Excerpt from, "Love and Maple Syrup," by Gordon Lightfoot