Dear Curiosity Journal,
The Mother Maples are adorned in alabaster and the soft snowfall dampens the sounds of the forest. The sugar bush has taken on an additional layer of allure. It almost seems a sin to disturb the quiet charm of the newly fallen snow, but we’re preparing for guests to join us for the Maple Syrup Workshop on Saturday, so we clear the pathways, outdoor classroom, and boiler area. Balio stationed himself at one of the sap tanks, ostensibly guarding our sweet elixir, watching every squirrel’s move with hyper-vigilance. We marvel as we work. This area of the farm is undisturbed by human activity for most of the year, but for these few weeks, it is a unique honor to enter into this cherished kinship with the trees.