We've read some wonderful books over the past few years which feature the logistics of making maple syrup; thus, when Isabelle saw the sap dripping from the freshly pruned cuts on our grape vines, she decided to gather it to make her own syrup. She rigged up a "gathering pan" to catch the drips and each morning dumps it into our measuring cup (as you can see, she's up to 3/4 of a cup now!). This afternoon this is where I found her -- preparing her makeshift fire with longing eyes and a squeaky voice asking, "Do you think this is enough to boil down into some syrup??"I love her ingenuity and her true farmer's heart! Perhaps someday she'll live in Vermont and I'll come each late winter to help with "sugaring time" . . .
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