Sugaring Season!

This time of year in my travels (mostly to and from work) I pass numerous... MANY ...sugar houses, with smoke billowing out of their chimneys as they make (pretty much 'round the clock) that delicious, natural, decadent, pancake and waffle condiment; MAPLE SYRUP.

Mmmmm.  Vermont's sweet goodness.

Here's the latest (state of the art?) method for collecting sap:

Where there are tubes wound around, and tapped into, trees for acres and acres, all collecting into this one, massive tub:

And at dusk, you often find pick-up trucks with huge tanks in their beds parked at the edge of the road with folks working to transfer all that [soon-to-be-delicous] sap into those tanks to take back to the sugar house... lots and lots of pick-up trucks to watch out for this time of year.




But this... oh, this.  I love the romance - the wistfulness - of this....

That one, galvanized, bucket tapped into a tree and collecting a steady drip, drip, drip.

Glimpses of yesteryear...

And for some silly, nostalgic reason....

It makes my heart sing-happy that you still find it done this way from time to time.

Just makes me feel kinda dreamy... 


What season is it where you live?



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