Watch out you don’t get stuck in this blog. You know how sap can get kind of messy. Syrup-y. Sticky.
Mission today: look for sap. You know it’s running through the tree veins these days. Everywhere you look as you drive to town you see white buckets hanging from maple trees. Well, not everywhere. But in certain locales.
I wandered around outside, trying to determine if you could tell by looking at trees that the sap was running fiercely inside. Mostly that answer seems to be No. I found some wet areas on branches or trunks, but most trees felt dry. Standing stock-still in the woods near one maple tree, I felt drips on my head. But was that sap? Or leftover condensation from morning? Or something else?
The spruce trees tell another story. Look at the sap running on those! Big goblets of sap pour out and solidify. And if it’s not solid, you don’t want to get it on your hands. Very hard to wash off with plain soap and water.
Remember the truck-load of trees in our driveway, awaiting being cut and split into firewood? They oozed sap from their pores today, dreaming of the days before they were chopped. I felt momentarily sad for their plight. But happy for our warmth next winter. The things one does to bask in heat…
I know there’s a scientific explanation about tree sap. You can adopt that view if you choose. I prefer to look at it like this: the trees are dreaming about their babies. Their babies, as we all know, are leaves and fruit and needles. Their yearning is translated into sappy energy that springs from the roots to the tree-fingers. The energy soars into creation. The sap-juices spur Life into Being. Yep, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Somebody, somewhere along the line, discovered you could tap some of the sap and boil it down to make syrup to put on pancakes. Maple syrup is oh so sweet and blissful. Especially “real” sap-filled maple syrup. Not that fake artificial grocery store look-alike filled with chemicals that parades as real tree juice. Stay away from that.
Instead, find yourself some real Michigan Maple Syrup. (I suppose it’s OK if it comes from other states or countries.) Make yourself or your family a big whopper of a pile of whole wheat pancakes. Pour on the syrup.
Taste that sweetness. Grin! And pass the syrup over here, please.