We thought you might like to see our tapping 'operation,' such as it is.
As yet, we are not tapping maples in our own woodlot. We are hoping to raise or purchase a team of oxen some day to help with the sap transport from woods to barnyard.
For now, we tap trees that we can drive and walk to. This is where farming in a village is kind of sweet. (Pun intended.) We tap four different village residents' maples for a total of 33 taps.
So first, we ask permission from those neighbors.
Then we go tappin'.
We introduce ourselves to some mighty maples.
We find a good spot on the bark, avoiding by a foot or so last year's holes.
We drill with a 1/2 inch bit going about 2" deep, at a slight angle.
Tap in the tap.
drip drip drip.
What person first saw a freshly broken maple twig dripping sap? Or noticed a bird sipping? What person first tasted it? Who was the first to collect some, warm it over a fire, perhaps forgetting it, therefore condensing its sweetness a bit more towards what we know today as maple syrup? Has sugar maple sap evolved to be sweeter over time?
And so many more wonderings. . .
With gratitude for the sweet maple sap,
All the best from here,
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