now i know why the south has been romanticized in every single civil war novel ever written! the trees are canopied with that whimsical spanish moss, which makes it seem like you’re entering a jungle upon looking up. the skies are the perfect shade of jewel blue and the temperatures are nice enough to cure anyone of seasonal depression that may have been acquired during the 2011 maine winter. i guess this is the real place to vacation. fresh fruit in the mornings and afternoons spent in the sun. what else does a girl need?
who doesn’t love a good orange soft-serve every now and then?