The Great Syrup War began in early ’09 and it still continues to this day.
History books are a little sketchy on how it started. We do know there was coffee involved. Little else is concrete.
We know that two main perpetrators started throwing numbers around. Which is terribly dangerous, of course. And these weren’t just any numbers. They were primes.
Twenty-three taps. That’s what he said he had. And my husband frowned a little.
By the middle of the season the numbers were in the 40′s. But there was a problem. We were out of buckets.
On the way to the barn that morning, with the sun warming the maple trees and making the snow drip, it came to him. There was one thing he had countless numbers of…
The battle of the taps was won.
But the war was far from over. In fact, I do believe it will stay a permanent part of family gatherings for years to come.
Bottles of syrup are sneakily replaced with bottles of molasses. Comments about the enemy’s off-colored or off-flavored syrup erupt. Taste tests are a regular occurrence.
Undercover spies slip onto enemy lines and tap pine trees.
And my husband’s sense of humor is one of the things I love best about him.
How does your husband keep you laughing?
Does he have a dry sense of humor? Slapstick? Maybe he’s more serious but occasionally breaks from the mold and surprises you.
Think about it and take time to tell him how much you appreciate the moments of laughter.