It's that time of year again. We are officially in sugaring season down here in Southern Vermont. My uncle has been boiling for longer than I can remember and it has become one of my absolute favorite yearly traditions. I love the steamy sweetness of the sugar house and checking the sap lines and buckets.
I can remember when I was in elementary school a friend and I would always get together in March on a good run day and walk up and down her road full of sap buckets and catch the icy, cold sap that was overflowing from the buckets in our hands and slurp it up. We'd go home with sticky hands and a sugar buzz.
I haven't made it up to the sugar house yet this year, though to be fair I think my uncle has only boiled once, maybe twice. I plan on this problem being quickly remedied.
I would LOVE to participate in this, someday. My husband's grandfather had syrup made (by others) from his trees until he died a couple of years ago, in New Hampshire. My mother in law owns the property now, so who knows? When she retires, maybe she'll take up sugaring.
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