Wisconsin columnist, Doug Larson, said, “Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush” and I can relate. With each trek through the muck, we come closer to completing our spring clean up. We’ve tracked down (and tacked down) all that the winter winds have blown asunder: scraps of cardboard from the gardens, landscape fabric around the raspberries, and plastic at the peak of the greenhouses. We whistle while we work, preparing for the rush that follows the slush.

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