Maple Syrup

Now growing up in New England, I know about maple syrup. I've been to a Vermont sugar house and seen the steam vapors pouring out. I've seen the trees with their buckets and taps and tubing lines. But I guess I had no idea just how much sap comes out of a maple when the sap starts to run. With my kids' help, we grabbed some buckets from the sandbox, and started collecting sap. 24 hours later we had about 3 gallons full. On Monday morning, I started boiling it down.
I didn't really know how much syrup I'd get. I looked online and found out I needed to keep boiling it until the water content was mostly gone, and the resulting "syrup" reached 7 degrees above the boiling point of water. It took a while, and I even added more sap that had gathered throughout the day, but by 9:00pm last night, that 7 degrees above the boiling temperature of water was reached, and I had 2 cups of (Grade A?) pure maple syrup. How fun to see the kids enjoying it this morning on their french toast before school. I'm hooked. And next Spring I'm going to really tap the 4 old maple trees and see how much I can make.
I also have felt a connection to Lent through this process, as I've reflected on how much of me needs to be boiled off before I can get down to a more pure, undiluted faith. How much refinement does my faithwalk need, and how much Grade A is there really within me?
Refinement is never easy, but the end result is always sweet.