Quote image editor
“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
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.