About Maple Syrup
Each year as the sun starts to warm the earth towards the end of March,
Tom puts styles into about 25 Maple trees on the hill beside the house.
Onto to these he hangs the metal sap buckets. If all goes well over
the next few weeks he collects approximately 200 litres of sap. We do two
full long days of boiling outside over a makeshift hearth, utilizing every
large pot we own, after lots of wood and many hours we have almost syrup.
I then take the golden elixer into the house to "finish off" on the gas
stove. Here I have more control over it not burning and do use a thermometer.
Last year we made about 18 lt./ 4 1/2 gallons. We talk of erecting a small
sugar shack behind the workshop, but so far it hasn't come to pass.
We save the scrub dead wood logs to use for fuel for boiling sap; so the
process also helps us tidy the woods around the house. Each year the winter
winds seem to uproot a number of softwood trees, if these are not big enough
to be sawn into usable lumber; they get piled for sugaring off time.
The art of making maple syrup has
been a North American phenomenon; long before the first settlers
arrived. Our early Native Americans boiled sap in hollowed out cooking
logs by continually adding heated rocks. I feel tired after a day of boiling
with our "primitive" equipment, I can't imagine how long their method took!
This maple hill just west of the house is where
we gather our sap.
I am also fortunate in that my studio windows
look out onto it.
Yes! When I say primitive..I mean primitive.
These are photos
from last year 1998; which I finally found.
Once the sap starts to boil; a wonderful
sweet aroma starts to fill the air. As the day progresses the maple elixer
thickens.
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LOVE AND MAPLE SYRUP
Love and maple syrup goes together
Like the sticky winds of winter
when they meet
When lonely lovers come to rest
Beneath the trees they do their best
But still they can't be free
Looking for the world to be
Anything but what they see
Longing to be understood
By the heart that shapes
the wood
If you go into the forest, gaze up through
the leaves
And see the sky that's almost wild
You must learn to understand
What makes the forest greet the man
Like a mother's only child
In the north when when winter's claw
Relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in
control
People come and stand in line
To rob the forest of her wine
But they don't feel the cold
Looking for the world to be
Anything but what they see
Longing to be understood
By the heart that shapes the wood
Love and maple syrup goes together
Like the sticky winds of winter when they
meet
When lonely lovers come to rest
Beneath the trees they do their best
But still they can't be free
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
Looking for the world to be
Anything but what they see
Longing to be understood
By the heart that shapes the wood
Gordon
Lightfoot Song
from his 1971 album "Summer Side of Life"
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