The thermometer reads nine degrees, but it feels rather warm out. This is the flip side of early October, when anything below fifty makes me shiver and go hunting for my gloves. I guess I have been hardened off, just like a tomato seedling in June venturing from the greenhouse to the big mysterious world […]
Karen O. Zimmermann
Karen O. Zimmermann savors chance encounters with people throughout the state of Maine, and is endlessly delighted with the tales they have to share.
Vanishing points... and perfect baguettes
Local brews are a bonus at restaurant with worthy food