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In Maine, in the winter…. the shrubbery arms itself.

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Come at me with that hedge trimmer now bitch. I dare you.

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Cow on a plow. Take that you flakey little green troll.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys the morning sun shining through my filthy windows and likes to relax on the back of the sofa.

He’s so relaxed that sometimes he falls sound asleep and lands on the sill.

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And tries to pretend is was on purpose.

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Nice try Dudley, but I know better. I heard the plop.

Next up, Maine wisdom from The Flatlanda in Fairfield.

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And speaking of winter, we’ve had a decided lack of snow this season. Mere inches that melts shortly after it falls. In previous years March looked like this:

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That’s my husband walking the road in front of our house.

This year, we have green soggy grass. No climate change my *ss.

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