The Last Windrow: February on the farm
February was a boring month on the small farm where I grew up. The harvest was in. By this time most of the machinery had been fixed for the coming spring and all of the holidays had been spent.
No one I ever knew back then ever went south for the winter, they just hunkered down and waited the months away.
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