When I saw the Sepia Saturday prompt, I just grinned—I knew exactly where to go...
...and so this morning, after breakfast and numerous cups of coffee, I hopped into my Yaris and headed north to the town of Windsor, a small town near Maine’s capital city of Augusta. After the rush and roar of
Augusta, it’s absolute heaven to roll
along the side roads of ,
past the fairgrounds and the church, past fields and woodlots. Windsor
It’s definitely worth the trip.
The store boasts that it’s got everything (and if it doesn’t have it, you don’t need it), and I believe it...hammers and nails, bread and chips, paint brushes and rollers and dropcloths, brooms and mops and buckets, bottles and boxes of cleaning fluids, oil and gas treatments, wallpaper, rugs, welcome mats, wooden drying racks, dishpans, storage bins, paper plates, knives...
...and, of course, guns and wedding gowns and cold beer.
All you need, indeed!