Found a Bucket Full of These Weird Metal Things in the Attic of the Old House We Just Bought. What the Hell Are They?
Those odd metal tubes once sang with the slow, steady drip of maple sap. Each spile was gently hammered into a maple trunk at winter’s end, when nights froze hard and days softened just enough to wake the trees. Buckets hung from their hooks, catching clear, watery sap that looked nothing like syrup and tasted…
