Some people we know a little bit tap these trees and have made syrup for the past few years. I looooove it. Not just the syrup, but the whole thing. I wrote last year "The thought of people just making amazing things because they want to thrills me." That still very much holds true. The buckets are all along the road, in people's yards and wooded spots, and they appear all of a sudden at that perfect time of year.
I like to think of them as blossoms of sorts.
When someone told me that they have taps at a local little store (one of those places that carries everything) I stopped in to pick up a couple. My Dad has a woodlot, so I think I'll see what we can set up this weekend. I'll keep you posted.
And I took this for you, too - I could have stood there all day.