As we do each year around this time, on Sunday, we sugared off with the Grill Master, the Pie Goddess and their two kids, ages 12 and almost 9.
There were pancakes.
There were moist towlettes, which are de rigueur when one sugars off.
The real fun was outside, tho. The kids ate Jack Wax, which is hot syrup dripped on snow, which makes a taffy-like treat.
Boiling down sap. For the trivia buffs, the ratio is 40 gallons o' sap to 1 gallon syrup.
The Boy's response to the fire:
The lesson of the day in the schoolroom, where the girls made splines and whirligigs.
Cory sat still in the schoolhouse for about 30 seconds before going back out to watch the fire.
The largest change this year is that the Pie Goddess spent the trip being wheeled about because she broke her foot a few weeks ago in order to avoid having dinner with us. (Yes, it is all about me.)
There were signs that we may have survived the worst of the winter.
Those are DAFFODILS, people! Hooray!
And the Boy road the carousel.
There's a little bit more to share that's craft-related. But I'll save that for another post.
Suffice to say, a fine time was had by all.