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“As the days continue to lengthen, and most signs of winter are gone, familiar songbirds return to the sugar bush, and the frogs in the lowlands begin to sing.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Kitchen: A Maple Legacy from Tree to Table

“Long past the first official day of spring on the calendar, old man winter slowly loosened his icy grip on the Lanark County farmlands. We waited and watched for the tell-tale signs, hoping that the mercury in the old thermometer would being to move in the right direction. Even as the sap began to drip slowly from our beloved maple trees, the bitter winds blew relentlessly from the north.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Calling: All Roads Lead Home

“Each year, as those first flakes of snow fall softly on our meadows, along the rolling farm pastures, and into the towns and villages, the outstretched branches of Lanark County’s sugar maples stand steadfast, coated in their winter white. Under a cold silent cloak our beloved maples rest, patiently waiting for Mother Nature’s signal, telling them the time has come once again to make the county’s finest liquid gold.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Christmas

“She walks the same paths where her father walked, and her grandfather, and her great-grandfather before her. She passes by familiar trees, the towering silent witnesses to over two centuries of history. Many of these majestic woodland giants, like faithful old friends, proudly bear the telltale tap-marks, remnants of a multi-generational maple harvest.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Kitchen: A Maple Legacy from Tree to Table