Here is a little glimpse of home as I pack up to head south. The Maine black flies gave me a hearty goodbye as I walked around the yard and took a few pictures. How is it that every winter we long for summer, but somehow manage to forget all about the black flies, thunderstorms, and mosquitos? It's still better than driving in snowstorms or shoveling out cars (the latter was my daughter's miserable job). Scratch, scratch...
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