Bare trees, red sky in the morning is the warning, and the dog knows the best place is to be stretched out on his rug. It’s mid-November. Sometimes its gradual, this year its abrupt- green one day, white the next.
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Gene R. StarkA teacher, farmer, trapper, and greenhouse grower. He writes about the outdoors and the people and culture of rural America.. Archives
February 2022
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