“On these still-cold days, when the clear air is heady to breathe, it is wonderful to put on my warmest old clothes, go outside and feel the weather.”— JAN BLANKENBURG Donnellson, Iowa Vermont is usually what comes to mind when people think about maple syrup. However, in the hills of northern Michigan, maple trees abound, and there are many folks who head out to the sugar bush to tap trees each spring. My family is among them.
In early March, Dad shovels out his “sap shack” to get ready for the impending start of the sweet stuff. As a child, I always loved maple syrup season because it meant longer days outside enjoying 45-degree weather (practically tropical after a long, snowy winter) and gathering buckets full of sap.
My folks…