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The Last Windrow: Winter reluctant to leave farm country

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There had been reports that the first robin of spring had arrived. The small creeks were bubbling their way toward the distant Missouri River and the first sprigs of green grass were to be seen in the pasture below the farmhouse. Dad was oiling the chains on the oat end-gate seeder in preparation of the first of the planting season. 

 

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