Maple Syrup

It was after curfew. (Seattle has a 6pm curfew this week. These are indeed strange times.) I didn’t think that applied to our afternoon walk. We were out and about in the neighborhood, heading down to the “spinning chair” park. We passed a low growing Japanese maple.

“Is this a maple tree?” asked Lake.

“Yes, it’s a Japanese maple,” I answered.

“Will it grow maple syrup?”