|the maple tree is so bountiful....the smallest nick, and sweet watery sap comes trickling out|
|Pounding the spile (yes, it has a name! And yes, that's how it's spelled)|
|duct tape to deter squirrels and curious pedestrians|
|awaiting the first maple syrup harvest on our urban farm!|
This year we decided that no matter how few scant tablespoons of syrup we get, we're going to harvest our sap. After all, it's ours!
We'll see how it goes. It's been such a warm spring, I worried that the sap will spoil before we can pour it off.