Friday, March 10, 2017

Friday Ramble - Sweet Alchemy

It remains one of my favorite intervals in the whole turning year - the cold sunny days in late winter or early springtime when the north gears up for the maple syrup season.  The Lanark woods are full of sugar bird (saw-whet owl) songs, clouds of steam rise from sugar shacks tucked in among the old trees, and the fragrance of boiling maple sap is everywhere.

The sylvan alchemy at work is wild and sweet, and the homely metaphor of the cauldron or pot has profound resonance for me. I still have the battered Dutch oven I carried as I rambled the continent many years ago, stirring soups, potions and stews by starlight and watching as sparks went spiraling into the inky sky over the rim of my old pot.  The motes of light rising from its depths were stars too, perfect counterpoint to the constellations dancing over my head.

These days, there's the stockpot bubbling away on my stove, a rice cooker, a bean crock and unglazed earthenware tagine, the small three-legged iron incense bowl sitting on a table in the study. In March and April, there are the sugar camps of friends in the Lanark Highlands, miles of collecting hose in confetti colors strung from maple to maple, evaporators sending fragrant plumes into the air, tin sap pails fixed to trees, antique syrup cauldrons boiling over open fires to demonstrate how maple syrup was made in times past.

The word cauldron comes from the Middle English cauderon, thence from the Anglo-Norman caudiere and the Latin caldāria, the latter meaning “cooking pot” and rooted in the adjective calidus meaning warm or “suitable for warming”. At the end of the trail is the Proto-Indo-European (PIE) root kelə meaning simply “warm”.  Calendar, calorie, chafe, chiaroscuro, claim, clamor, class, clear, council, hale, haul and lee are kin. So is caldera, the term geologists use to describe the massive crater formed when a volcano's magma chamber is emptied by a massive eruption or the chamber's roof collapses. The largest volcanic caldera on earth is the vast Yellowstone Caldera in northern Wyoming which is actually composed of four overlapping calderas.

The night that gifts us with stars and enfolds us gently when the sun goes down is a vast cauldron or bowl.  Somewhere in the darkness up there, Cerridwen is stirring up a heady cosmic brew of knowledge, creativity and rebirth, her magical kettle simmering over a mystic cook fire. From her vessel, the bard Taliesin once partook of a single drop and awakened into wisdom and song.

We're all vessels, and one of the best motifs for this life is surely a pot or cauldron, one battered, dented and well traveled, but useful and happy to be so, bubbling and crackling away in the background (sometimes in the foreground), making happy musics and occasionally sending bright motes up into the air.

... and so it is with this old hen when her favorite wild places begin to awaken. Notions of alchemy bubble away gently; sparks fly upward, images of pots and cauldrons cosmic and domestic whirl about in her thoughts. She simply could not (and would not) be anywhere else.

5 comments:

Mystic Meandering said...

Sounds like you were a pioneering, adventurous woman in your younger years :) - still strong and independent, conjuring up those old memories that give you such pleasure and carry you through these tottering times... May the dance continue! <3

Marcie said...

I am finishing a batch of maple syrup on the woodcook stove while I read this, scent of maple filling the entire house, so it is of particular interest. :)

Tabor said...

A process that I have only read about. It seems wonderful and at the perfect time of year!

Barbara R. said...

I dearly love real maple syrup on my blueberry pancakes, which I had a few nights ago for supper. I love reading your words, and staring deeply into your photos...being taken away to new knowledge and experience. Now, however, I'm really craving food, and am glad I'm about to have some soon. Glad I didn't read this earlier in the afternoon!

The Furry Gnome said...

That's the most eloquent description of making maple syrup I've read! Very much a special time of year, especially if you have actually made syrup yourself!