It’s that time of the season… Maple syrup is a flowing!
Maine celebrates this festive part of the season as “Maine Maple Syrup Sunday”, which occurs on the last Sunday of March. It’s a sure sign that, yes, spring has arrived and warm weather is on its way. Since moving North we’ve yet to miss a Maple Syrup Sunday. We are so fortunate to have multiple maple syrup farms within a five mile radius of our home.
Three years ago, my husband and his infinite wonderful ideas, went maple syrup crazy. After making our traditional Maple Syrup Sunday trip he became obsessed with the idea of tapping our own trees. He trekked back to the farm and bought everything he needed to tap a few trees on our property. Seeing it as yet another crazy idea of my dear husband’s I just sat back and waited for disaster to happen. But when I saw my kids tap their first tree all those worries went away. The look on their faces to see the sap flow. It could have been liquid gold.
Although the disaster did not occur, turning the sap to syrup proved to be an undaunting task. Since we did not own any professional type of boiler we resorted to boiling the sap on our stove, and in an electric roaster pan on our porch. Both an absolute bust. It was so disheartening. Jugs and jugs of sap and not one ounce of syrup. Frustrating to say the least.
Flash forward to this week, when the weather was nothing short of spectactular. As I pulled in to the driveway one evening I found both of my children nowhere in sight. My husband said they were at the neighbors house. A few hollers out my front door they come screaming along on their four-wheeler. And what appeared in my daughter’s hand? Pure liquid gold.
It appears my children were helping the neighbor collect sap from his trees. Because of their hard work he rewarded them with a small jar of syrup. Of course I was proud… but after intense jealousy ran through my veins first! I thought to myself, “if my neighbor can do it, I can do it.”
So here I am today. This time it’s a decision I’VE made. My husband is coming home and he’ll be tapping a few trees for me… my crazy idea. Only this time I’LL do it right! Sorry, honey…
…how sweet it is!