The continuing stories of a British family exiled (by choice) in the US and finding themselves in southern Maine.
Monday, March 24, 2025
Day 18.073: Spring in Maine
As we walked in light jackets under blue skies on Saturday morning we joked that it certainly looked like snow was on the way. We knew it was, but it certainly did not look like it. We expected a coating of snow followed by rain, but it’s been mostly snow at times falling as enormous flakes. The roads are slushy at the end of the day with a freeze to come overnight, so the morning may be a bit messy. We shall see.
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