In Maine, farmhouses are to us what castles are to the English: they're everywhere and no one wants to buy them, but we cherish them as a culture.
In order to support our local history and nourish our invaluable retail enterprise we chose to find a farmhouse.
Here's one I found today:
8 acres. A big lawn for grand soirees of all sorts. Plenty of parking. A pool for Manda and I to lounge by after-hours (or before) with margaritas. Definitely potential at $189,000.




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