Yesterday it was off to Meyersdale, Pennsylvania for the Maple Festival.
Just a quaint little town with antiquated charm. I'd been here plenty of times before, but never for Pennsylvania Maple Festival.
Still feeling a little run down from last weeks flu, most of what I do these days seems to lack much of the enthusiasm that I once owned. I'm in a semi-fog. I'm praying that I get back to feeling better soon so I can enjoy life more fully.
Regardless, there is a life to be lived and spring has sprung and I have been trying to make the best of it. Nights are the worse because it seems my sleep is not as sweet as it once was with congestion and coughing jags that are beginning to send me to another room to sleep so I don't disturb big G and little G. (Gary and Gracie).
The festival advertised all-you-can eat pancakes with pure maple syrup (hence the name MAPLE FESTIVAL).
Two blocks of walking and a long line later we decided it was not worth the walk or the wait and we headed for home.
It's okay though. I got some freshly baked Amish wheat bread and a piece of pineapple upside down cake. Oh, and a whoopee pie. I purchased some authentic Pennsylvania pure maple syrup and some maple cotton candy. And maple flavored popcorn.
We took a tour of the historic Myers homestead, walked through a museum of historic medical subject matter and shopped in a country store.
Big G searched diligently for the kitchen in the old house....
And I allowed the morning's ambiance to take me back in time and the gorgeous tulips to remind me that in spite of the chill that is in the air, it is indeed spring.