Maybe it starts in February, on that magical day when we look up at the sun and feel its warmth on our faces for the first time in months. Perhaps it comes a little later, when the geese return to our skies and mark the change in seasons. But the one true marker of springtime for Canadians has always been the smoky-sweet taste of maple taffy spread over a bed of pure white snow.
From time immemorial (when First Nations people boiled sap with heated rocks in clay pots and birchbark vessels) to today’s modern sugar bushes, Canadians have always marked the first warm days of spring
