The Last Windrow: The question
This time in late April or early May the question would come. The question was one that I waited on through my high school years.
The snow has departed the northern climes, the loons are back on our lakes and rivers, the sand hill cranes are croaking across the countryside and I find myself standing at the edge of my fall-plowed garden plot, thinking of the planting season to come.
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