Comments for: Late summer stirs urge to stay in Maine forever

Even though I anticipate it all year, late summer always surprises me. You can see it coming by mid-July. Patches of meadow grass redden and brown. Goldenrod sends up the first ranks of its empire. Dusty-pink steeplebush blossoms poke from bushes, and purple loosestrife and… Read More
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