Tap, tap, tap. Drip, drip, drip.

What’s that sound, Grandpa?

It’s the sap running from the maples.

Here is the gentle story of a granddaughter discovering one of the great joys of her grandfather’s youth, spring in the north woods when the maple trees are bursting with sap.

Together, grandfather and granddaughter make their way out into the chilly pre-dawn woods to find and tap maple trees, hang buckets, and collect sap. And then patiently (or not!), they wait for the sap to boil into syrup back at the sugar shack. They wait until … at last! The first sweet taste of amber, sticky goodness is ready.