Maine.

The bit of Maine that I saw this past weekend was absolutely beautiful. One time, as we were driving on a dirt road, we came to the top of a hill; everywhere I looked there was a different landscape. The sun glinted off the snow and the green pine trees stood out against the white. It was gorgeous.

One day I will return to what I've (lovingly) dubbed "The-land-of-Christmas-tree-farms." :P.

Without wax,

Sarah.