Oh my god, the smell of maple syrup on pancakes on an autumn morning is unparalleled. I like to imagine one day I’ll be in Vermont like Olivia Pope and make jam and have 3 kids. In the mornings on the weekend, I’d make maple syrup pancakes. I’d sell jam if I wished and it would be a slow, happy life. That’s what maple represents to me – warm.
Maple trees cast lace shadows on the front yard. I lay in the grass where the rabbits laid before and stare up at green. I breathe in deep.
I walked up to this next tree. Sliced the bark lightly, tapped it, and of course, a bucket to collect. And repeat.
The sap of maple trees shall ultimately be made into a sweet syrup birghtening everything.
But now, effort must be made before the magic could happen.
Oh my god, the smell of maple syrup on pancakes on an autumn morning is unparalleled. I like to imagine one day I’ll be in Vermont like Olivia Pope and make jam and have 3 kids. In the mornings on the weekend, I’d make maple syrup pancakes. I’d sell jam if I wished and it would be a slow, happy life. That’s what maple represents to me – warm.