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Nothing taste better to me than the sweet taste of maple syrup, which is undeniably better than cane sugar.
As spring is in full bloom now, I fully take advantage of what the maple trees on my small tenth of an acre property have to offer.
To harvest the maple sap, I carefully drill a short hole into each one of the
As the days get warmer, the individual
The boiling takes a long time and produces just a little bit of maple syrup which is one of the reasons why it is so expensive to purchase.
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I repeat this process every three days with collecting the sap and boiling it. This year things are just more hectic with running my 11 year-old daughter, Grace around everywhere to her activities, taking care of the house to include my husband Ted, and the insanity that has been going on at my job lately.
So when I noticed that maple syrup was cheaper than usual this year at my local grocery store, I
I really felt a sense of burden was lifted off from my shoulders for not having to worry about collecting the sap and waiting for hours and hours until the sap was boiled down into syrup.
The one thing I really regret doing was leaving the
Then the expression that
Then the snowball continued to tumble down the hill and got larger and larger as our central air system decided to clunk out on us in the first week of July. We
We were pretty miserable with the temperatures being in the
The one positive thing we had was our maple trees that easily brought down the temperature inside the house 20 degrees from their shade. Without their shade, then the one fan we had would just blow hot air around the house and just make it feel worse.
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The sun seemed brighter than usual and our bedroom was much brighter than yesterday morning. Not knowing if we were experiencing some type of solar anomaly, so Ted and I went out into our backyard.
As we both looked up, Ted said
With the outside temperature getting close to 90 degrees, we were just baking inside the house. I
We were all afraid to go inside the house because of the disgusting heat inside the house, so we all used our phones inside my SUV for 14 hours a day, only going inside to go to the bathroom or if I needed to cook something to then bring to the car. Ted and I were too uncomfortable to sleep in the car, but Grace would have no issue being sprawled out in the back seat, so we continued our nightly ritual of taking a shower before going to bed in the house.
The next day Ted and I were perusing through job opportunities on our phones and Grace was playing games on her phone, when we were all kept in suspense and horror when on this seemingly peaceful and calm day, the most terrifying noise echoed through the car, which was the distinctive sound of a tree falling, where we had no idea the direction the tree was going to fall but then we heard a large thud sound, then we were all thankful it
We all got out of the car and went into the backyard to see where the tree crashed and did nothing more than scratch our heads as we saw that one of the maple trees had slammed into our house.
At that moment something odd came over me that made me think of those countless hours that I had to watch those World War Two movies with my father as kid, where those Japanese kamikaze pilots would dive bomb themselves into an enemy target and the pilot would sacrifice his own life for his country.
One of the neighbors mistakenly thought we were praying to God and out of pity offered to remove the fallen tree free of charge.
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After an hour of being under the moonlight, we all went inside and went to bed.
I went outside and said
Surely enough in two days time, miraculously all the leaves on the trees came back, which every horticultural center I contacted from Harvard to Yale had no explanation how they rejuvenated themselves so quickly In July.
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