"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. And they wait. Until...at last! The first sweet taste of amber sticky goodness is ready."--Book jacket.
There are two reasons for me to love this story. One: It's a lovely story about family and about how to get sap and make maple syrup! Two: my grandpa was special to me and though we didn't tap trees, nor cook the sap, he did tell me how maple syrup was made. Plus, there was a story in the Laura Ingels Wilder books about that. Thanks to the Pagees for writing this story so I can reminisce and share with my great-grandchildren.