Iowa farmers forming a blockade during the Farmers’ Holiday Strike of 1932.
No matter what that groundhog (or woodchuck, land beaver, whistle pig) says, I don’t believe we’ve seen the end of winter. Yes, the buds on the cottonwoods and maples have begun to swell. Mixing feed in the afternoon, I am visited by hungry, groggy honeybees. Egg production has p…