I have made the journey back to Maine for the month of December. On the drive back, I counted red tail hawks, but lost track somewhere around 50 or so.
The air is moist, smells of pine and salt. I cannot tell you how much my soul has missed it here. I think I may have a few Nebraska followers on this little blog, so here are a few shots from around my mother's house in southern Maine. I am paying close attention to the trees here and am enjoying being back in the pine tree state.
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