The continuing stories of a British family exiled (by choice) in the US and finding themselves in southern Maine.
Thursday, February 27, 2020
Day 13.048: Wet and wild
This morning looked like this:
It was pouring down and blowing a gale. Puddles and mud - it almost seems like thaw has arrived (in case you're wondering it's a name I coined for this in-between season nearly ten years ago).
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