Maple syrup brings old memories of sllding the sled on the last of the snow, wonder at such profusion while dumping buckets brimming, empty only so recently.. a few gulps of cold fresh water only tree sweet, hours of bush moments with a long large fire sending mist back treeward... and of course that amber sweet mineral bite on years of breakfast tables. And the same on evwnimg time vanilla ice cream...
Quite interesting that I would read this today, shortly after stowing into my panier the bucket of little gifts of over 16 million flowers, miles and miles of knowing motion flown by those sort of wee folk who chose to grace my garden in great numbers, each day, then return to some hive of meritous mystery I cannot quite comprehend!
Ho boy some luvly images for my afternoon! Such exuberance is the stuff of life.
Maple honey!? Never heard of this, but now I want to know it with my face...
Wow
Thank you
Maple syrup brings old memories of sllding the sled on the last of the snow, wonder at such profusion while dumping buckets brimming, empty only so recently.. a few gulps of cold fresh water only tree sweet, hours of bush moments with a long large fire sending mist back treeward... and of course that amber sweet mineral bite on years of breakfast tables. And the same on evwnimg time vanilla ice cream...
Quite interesting that I would read this today, shortly after stowing into my panier the bucket of little gifts of over 16 million flowers, miles and miles of knowing motion flown by those sort of wee folk who chose to grace my garden in great numbers, each day, then return to some hive of meritous mystery I cannot quite comprehend!
Ho boy some luvly images for my afternoon! Such exuberance is the stuff of life.
Maple honey!? Never heard of this, but now I want to know it with my face...