We had a lovely time this year sneaking sap from the nearby school's buckets. The thin sap was sweet, clear and cool. I decided it had medicinal qualities so we kept my mother's old silver cup in the car; stopping for a cold cupful every chance we got. We'll have to go watch the high school students take turns stirring the sap into syrup over a woodfire, standing in the clouds of sweet steam. I fessed up about our snitching when they came by with the truck, collecting, and was met with understanding nods. Sad to see the season is already over.
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