The Last Windrow: Another winter that stayed too long
I forget what year it was, but winter had stayed a bit late on that Iowa farm. I remember banging my head in frustration into our feed shed door as the flakes of snow continued to descend on our farmstead in late April.
It was a year much like the year we are now having. I was not a happy camper. I think this year, I have a lot of not-so-happy campers around me.