It’s hard to believe now but on New Year’s Day I was sitting on the kitchen porch, talking with friends about the weather, the frequent subject of stimulating conversations in Maine. The temperature was in the high 50’s, the breeze was a gentle ripple out of the northwest, the sun was warm, and fat buds on the forsythias and lilacs looked ready to burst…
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