
It is finally starting to look and feel like spring around here. After dropping an additional foot of snow on our winter-weary heads, Mother Nature has at least had the decency to come back every day and melt it. The frozen ground underneath the ice and snow is turning to mud, and little green shoots are poking their heads out to feel the warm (!) sunshine. All the mud has earned this time of year an in-between seasonal nickname: Mud Season. But it is also Maple Tapping Season here in northern New England, and there is nothing, I mean nothing, like real maple syrup that went from tree, to pail, to tub, over fire, to jug, to you. I have waxed on about REAL maple syrup before, so I will stop now.







