Spring is coming! We must hurry to the bush to gather sap. Grab your hatchet, spiles and buckets; skip that dinner nap. Crows are calling! Snow is melting! Patches in the field are bare. Spring is just around the corner, you can feel it in the air. To the bush we head with laughter, trudging through the mud and snow. Swing the brace and bit with vigor, tap the spile and watch it flow! Sap is trickling in the bucket! Oh! Tis music to my ears. Joy is surging through each muscle spring is really very near! As we move across the woodlot, stop and visit every tree. They become as friends we treasure in a grip of mystery. Overhead, the tree tops swaying, whisper “welcome back again.” What a tonic for the spirit, just to hear their sweet refrain. Now it’s time to gather buckets grab your pail and hurry out. See! They’re full and running over! Sap is dripping from each spout! To the sugar camp, triumphant, with a load of sap we go. Light the match and hear the crackle; soon we’ll see the fire glow. Now the pan begins to simmer and the steam begins to rise. Pouring out the ventilators, heading upward to the skies. Sweet aroma fills the shanty; oh tis sweeter every year; Catch a whiff of boiling syrup in this steaming atmosphere. Soon the family all assemble and the children gather round. Little ones just point in wonder at the steam and fire grand. Watch! The temperature is creeping higher! Soon the syrup will be done! Grab your spoon and join the tasters! Maple season has begun! Grandpa has his kettle steaming, stirring batter merrily; Frying golden apple fritters, this is grandpa’s specialty! Come; at last the syrup’s ready Oh that fresh, delicious taste! Pour some more upon your fritters, not a drop will go to waste. Soon forgotten all the labor, knee deep in snow and mud so vast. Now the hard work is rewarded, and it’s really spring at last!
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 23:03:45 +0000
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