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?
Linking with Homestead Barn Hop, Clever Chicks.
Pammie, Pammie....my wistful, melancholy, sentimental, inspiring and precious daughter!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOH the taste of real maple syrup...Thank you for sharing with the Clever Chicks Blog Hop this week; I hope you’ll join us again!
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Kathy Shea Mormino
The Chicken Chick
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