Morning Light and Maple Syrup: A Canadian Tariff Story This Sunday morning unfolds with the gentle rhythm I’ve come to cherish. Steam curls from my ceramic mug, the one I found at that little pottery market last autumn. The light filters through the linen curtains, painting soft stripes across my oak desk. It’s in these quiet moments, with the world still hushed, that my thoughts often drift to the objects that share this space with me—how they arrived here, the stories they carry. Today, my mind lingers on a particular jar of maple syrup, its amber glow catching the sun, and the unexpected journey it represents amidst the broader currents…