March just isn't March without mud, sunshine, snow, ice and maple syrup.
(Skip to the end of the post for good maple syrup reads)
My mom and the kids and I had a couple opportunities this weekend to celebrate the season. A hike yesterday on a local path, tapped maple trees adorning the trail.
Then an outing this morning to participate in Maine Maple Sunday festivities at A Wrinkle In Thyme, a very homey maple syrup and fiber farm. What could be better than yarn and maple syrup?
evaporator steam in sugar shackfirst run off: it takes 40 gallons to make 1 gallon of syrupfarm woolwood burning stove: there is nothing sweeter smelling than woodsmoke and maple syrupsugar shack
This weekend was our last hoorah with the thru-hiker friends who have become so dear to us. We have cried together, we have walked hundreds of miles together, we have laughed - a lot, we have prayed together, we have seen each other at our best and our worst. We have sacrificed for each other and we are committed to supporting each other, seeing this adventure through to the end.
Yes, my heart aches each day with my family in the woods, a separation unexpected and difficult. But there's this too. An unexpected rejuvenation for me, having time to do my own things, on my own schedule and at my own pace.