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The Last Windrow: A change of seasons

I heard my first cicada singing outside my open window last week as I removed last winter's remnants from the inside of my fireplace. The season is starting to change when this happens.

I heard my first cicada singing outside my open window last week as I removed last winter's remnants from the inside of my fireplace. The season is starting to change when this happens.

There are certain tasks that are required to prepare for the coming cooler, colder seasons. One of them for me is to clean the built up creosote and ash from the inside of our fireplace. It's a dirty job, but I've got to do it in order to see a flickering flame next December.

We've discontinued the burning of wood in a furnace, but still like to see a real fire inside the house while the wild November winds swirl just beyond the walls of the house.

I've noticed that the woods are devoid of bird songs lately. Just a month ago the forest air was filled with trilling, chirping, humming and tweeting; but now, except for the occasional beep of a nuthatch, all is quiet.

I've heard the Canadian based warblers are already heading south along the north shore of Lake Superior. Young loons are stretching their wings and Sandhill crane youth are strutting their stuff, just about the same size now as their parents.

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When we had our Labrador retriever, chipmunks that ventured into her kennel met an early demise. Since Jada went to dog heaven, a certain chipmunk has made a home beneath the doghouse. Little does the puff-jowled critter know that it just escaped a sudden death as it hurries to store a fresh supply of sunflower seeds under the floor. The chipmunks are busy these days.

One of the highlights of this passing of seasons is seeing our Minnesota Twins actually in somewhat of a race to make the playoffs this year. Last year at this time the team was mired in last place and hot dog salesmen were playing cribbage behind the counters at Target Field.

This year the seats are actually being filled in the hopes of cheering the Twins to a win. They've stumbled lately, but there is hope they can pull it together by the time the first maple leaves begin to head for the earth in late September.

We'll see.

So, as our sweet corn begins to ripen, the tomatoes start to redden, the cabbage starts making a head, we all know that the days are getting shorter, the air is becoming a little brisker at times and football coaches are beginning to study their strategy for the upcoming season.

I was thinking about that when I heard that cicada singing outside my house window last week as I had my head stuck inside the fireplace, getting the firebox ready for that first stick of wood.

See you next time. Okay?

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