Afraid


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Afraid

I’m not afraid of shady  fogs,

Solely about me and my evil thoughts.

I’m not afraid one day I’ll lose my desire

Only that my dreams will wither like a flower.

I’m not afraid of death as much as of life,

With the burden of sin, carried around.

I’m not afraid of what is to be feared,

Just that my luck would become real.

I’m not afraid that hate will conquer my core,

Only that my love will destroy the world.

 

Maple syrup festival


In march break we vent to the Maple syrup festival at Bronte Creek Park. We like it and because it’s a tradition for us I would like to share my small experience about how maple syrup is made. Maple syrup is made from the sap of the maple tree, which has to be at least 40 years old to be collected. A maple tree must be 25 cm wide at chest level for the sap to be collected. Depending of the thickness of the maple tree it can have inserted up to 3 spidel.

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After that we can drill  about 6 cm deep hole then we will insert a metal spidel and a bucket is hung from the hook of this spile to catch the maple sap.

Aboriginal people were the first to discover how to turn the sap into the syrup. They poured the sap into a large hollow log and they threw heated rocks into the log to boil the sap . After 24 hours they obtain the syrup or sugar.

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The early settlers reduce the process duration to 12 hours by using the 3 kettle method. This method involves hanging tree different sized iron kettles over a large fire. The sap was poured into the largest kettle and boiled until some of  the water evaporate then the liquid was move into the medium kettle and the heat was reduced to prevent burning. To finish the syrup they used the smallest kettle to remove the water at the reduce heat to avoid burning .

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Over the years people improve the process and the duration was reduced to 6-8 hours.

 

So much work for a sweet delicacies.

 

 

Trip to Romania I


After a nice and long vacation I am back on the blog. I apologize to all my friends that I did not read their blogs for a long time and I will try to catch up with your posts.

This summer , after ten years, we decided to visit our native country Romania. I love it and I am posting some pictures from our trip.

 

 

 

Spelling ego


For me English is my second language and when I came to Canada I promise myself to preserve my cultural and moral values. Everything was very good except for one small word that I am using in my language very often. Spelling is different but the pronunciation is the same. We don’t use this English word in our house.

I did not realize the big implication in our life until next week when my daughter came home with spelling test from school. She is in grade 2 and every week she is learning to spell 10 new words. At the end of the week she has a test from them and also they can make their words with a suffix given by the teacher.

She is excellent in spelling but this week I had a big surprise when I read last word on the test. Not only that was a bad word (spelled correctly) but the teacher gave her a good mark for that word. This word was made by my daughter as a result of her interpretation of a Romanian word. The suffix was “uck” so my daughter wrote” fuck” because of the Romanian word “fac”. This Romanian word “fac” means I do in English and we pronounce it like ”fuck” in English.

She found out from another student that is a bad word because her teacher said nothing to her . We try to explain her why she done it and it’s not her fault. It’s only my Romanian ego that made my daughter to feel embarrass in front of her teacher. I apologize to her and now I must have a talk with her teacher and explain everything.

Do we really need so many languages in the world? It is my ego or we have a Crazy world!!!