I am grateful to the people who owned the farm before us, who left these big maples standing behind the house. Widely spaced old maples with large crowns produce the most sap. I could tap dozens of trees with multiple spiles in each, but past experience has taught me that the sap from six trees is about all I can handle. If I had a commercial evaporator and an limitless supply of firewood I could boil up much much more, but then it would become a job, no longer a pleasant hobby.
I will admit that there is a greedy and acquisitive streak in me that tempts me to expand, but to what end? It pays to consider what the word more really signifies. It is not synonymous with better, it simply denotes a larger quantity. The unbridled pursuit of more is futile and destructive. We all know that, but strangely we find it hard to put into practice. |
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