Monday, March 26, 2012
All the maple syrup that we can eat
I came home from picking the girls up from school last Friday to find this on my porch. The local farmer, one of the last remaining ones in our village, tapped some of the sugar maple trees on my father's land that surrounds our house.
I remember the farmer asking, way back when, if we would prefer to be compensated with cash or syrup. I think I made the right decision.
Five gallons of Grade-A Medium Vermont Pure Maple Syrup. It's like getting five free tanks of gas.
But much, much sweeter.
And it reminds me of one of my favorite childhood picture books, Little Runner of the Long House, about a little native American boy who tricks his mother into giving him things which he can "trade for wampum to trade for all the maple sugar he can eat."
This will be our wampum, and we won't trade it for anything.