On the Front Porch

We headed back up to Maine for one last summer hurrah. On the way there we stopped briefly at a rest stop, and I said to my daughter, "Smell. You can tell we're in Maine by the smell of the air." She agreed that the smell of the fir trees was wonderful. We didn't reach our destination until 5:00 p.m., but it was the perfect time to relax and enjoy the views from the front porch and on the front porch.




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