For a long time I thought I was a tulip failure. Despite my best efforts the bulbs I planted would flower beautifully the first year and then dwindle until I had only a handful of blooms from 100’s of supposedly perennial bulbs. It turns out that while tulips are technically a perennial the modern hybrid types aren’t actually very good at it. Some do better than others but if you want years of blooms from a singly planting you should look elsewhere.
It’s a special time of year in the North East. All over the place people are bringing out their drills, taps, buckets or lines and boiling equipment to get ready for the earliest harvest of the year. Billions of gallons of watery sap will be collected from maple trees by large companies, small farms and even some adventurous home owners to be boiled, and boiled, and boiled to yield sweet amber syrup.
100% maple syrup is an amazing treat. It’s the best topping for pancakes (obviously), baked apples, roasted sweet potatoes and chicken; I could go on forever. My favorite syrup is grade B or simply put, the dark stuff. It’s thicker and has a much stronger flavor. I’ve never been able to stomach the fake stuff, truth be told, I don’t understand why any one would want it! I remember checking sap buckets on my grandparents farm when I was little (I always felt sad for the ants that fell in the buckets and drown) and for the last 8 years I’ve (somewhat) helped my mother-in-law with her sap collection and boiling.
Of all the farming ventures I’ve been a part of maple syrup has a special place in my heart. There is no way to control the maple season. It comes when it wants, it lasts as long (or short) as it wants and you only get one shot. All the technology in the world can’t make it come earlier or last longer. It’s a truly wild industry. In a world where it seems like every one is obsessing over the next new iphone it’s incredibly refreshing to know that there is something we can’t control with the click of a button. Advancements in the boiling process have shortened the trip from sap to syrup but the basic process remains the same.
In honor of the short and sweet sugaring season here is some maple syrup trivia:
- It takes 30-40 years for a tree to grow large enough to be tapped
- Sap ‘runs’ during the warm early spring days when the temperature is above freezing and the night temperatures drop back below 32 degrees
- It takes 40-45 gallons of sap to make one gallon of syrup
- Vermont makes 7% of the worlds supply of maple syrup
- There is a “Maple Syrup Cartel” in Canada and it was robbed of $18 million worth of syrup in 2011-12
- The syrup season is over when the buds break (open)
- Maple syrup can be boiled further to make maple candy, maple sugar, maple cream, maple butter and other sugary treats
- Maple syrup was used as a sweetener by abolitionists before the Civil War because molasses and cane sugar were made by slaves
- A stand of maple trees tapped for syrup are called a “sugar bush”, the building where the sap is boiled is called a “sugar shack” or “sugar house”
It is the Season of the Peep!
When I saw this:
I knew I had to make one for my sister.
She likes to whine because I don’t make enough for her.
So I made her something to shut her up.
And it was her birthday.
The only thing I bought was the frame, from Ye Olde Dollar Store.
The paint for the frame, the paper and the fabric are all from my stash.
Add some hot glue, a Slice (I used the Spring Cartridge) and Voila!
|Love the Little Peep Baby Boy!|
Actually it’s past her birthday so I wrapped it like this:
I made this last year, when we first moved in to decorate for the summer. Unfortunately I doesn’t say ‘summer’ to me.
But it does say Spring!
If I recall correctly, I used 3 whole spools of ribbon and a handful of vintage buttons.
I’m sure you can find a dozen tutorials online!
Very happy to have some tulips coming up right in front!
One more close up:
Love these buttons!
Update: This wreath stayed up all summer and while the ribbon faded quite a bit I didn’t lose a singe rosette even with the strong winds we get at the front of our house.