This is my third year making violet syrup, and last week I had to dig deep to find the energy to do it. I was upstate for just a tiny bit of time—less than 36 hours. It was a quick roundtrip to take measurements for some furniture I need to buy before we move back. We arrived under the cover of night and rain, and I hadn’t expected to do anything outdoor-related since the forecast was rain the whole weekend.
When I woke the following morning, though, I blinked twice, as a sliver of sunshine peeked through my bedroom windows. It was the perfect prescription for prying my tired bones from bed. I splashed some water on my face, brushed my teeth, and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt to inspect the violet situation. On my last visit, four weeks earlier, the buds were just starting to sprout across the yard. I was fully expecting them to have bloomed, or withered away from the erratic temperatures we’ve had. Continue reading »