3805 – The Sap is Running
Acrylic on Canvas
12 x 12 inches, Framed
SOLD
Each spring I see containers hung on mature maple trees here in town and I’m reminded of my childhood in rural Ontario. There maple trees lined the country roads, each adorned with a metal bucket to collect sap. After hours of boiling, sap thickens to a sweet golden syrup, with a flavour unlike any other; it’s Mother Nature’s ambrosia.