In Maine, the weather lets you know who's boss, and awakens the call of poetry

FARMINGTON, Maine

So, we left springtime behind — Northern Virginia's 70-degree weather and cherry trees in their full glory — to drive to Maine, where weather lets you know who's boss.

Quicker than you can say "Polar Vortex," or "Bomb Cyclone" or whatever liberals conjure up as scary proof of ...