Winter–it’s a wrap!

I seem to say it often and I’m known to say it loud–I am not a Winter type… nor do I embrace sweater-weather and crisp cold nights (the only crisp I like is of the apple variety).

I know this because I gave the North woods a good shot by living in Maine over 7 years, experiencing minus 40-degree temps with snow above my knees, followed by a long overdue mud-season,  they call Spring, ushered in by consummate clouds of black flies looking for blood!  Let me tell you, after a few years, it became harder and harder to appreciate the view.

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