How Does a Maple Tree Know it's Syrup Season?

Adventures with trees, evaporators and poly-tunnels

Brooke and I sat on our front porch, drinking coffee, as we watched the city arborists cut down the thirty-foot tall sugar maple that had been growing in our hell strip. It hadn’t been a particularly healthy tree – less than half the branches had leafed out in the spring – but it was sad to see it go. As they reached the end of their job, the arborists …