I made it up to Western Massachusetts for less than 24 hours, but we managed to get in one of my favorite activities- an early morning visit to Davenport’s Sugar House- a restaurant open only 6 or so weeks a year. They were boiling sap into maple syrup and the smell of the boiling room brought tears to my eyes. Everyone was so excited for the spring and thrilled to support the farmers and eat together.
My aunt Margery made a funny xmas toast this year in honor of her parents. She said that they never did anything they didn’t feel like doing and none of us should either. I was reminding my husband of this when we were trying to get out of the house on Saturday and I burst into tears. My feet still hurt from the high heels I had worn to work the day before, and I was exhausted from a week of trying to anticipate other people’s needs and meet their expectations. And now I was heading to see my family and I knew already that I wouldn’t be able to see everyone and do everything that I wanted to, because my time was so short.