The only reason I can think of is, because I can. After all the effort, all the hours, all the watching, in the end there will be sweet maple syrup. I wonder if it will ever grow old. I wonder if or when we move to Main Street USA, will I miss it? Will I scour the weather channel for the prime sugaring temperatures? Will I return North to pitch in for a weekend or week with my brother and sister maple sugarmakers?
Only time will tell... Until then, or at least for tonight, I'm watching the pan.
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Perhaps there is a symbiotic relationship between Mother Earth and human sustenance. The law of the harvest? Reaping what we sow. Quiet, solitude, hard, time consuming work that doesn't feel like work. A sense of community with the others in your tribe of sugar makers. A seasonal milestone, announcing the end of winter and the wonderful anticipation for spring.
I do know the season that we skipped because the shack was full of stained glass was unsettling... Life is calm and slowed down in the sugar shack.
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