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From my front porch

Mavis Gonshorowski
Diva and I took a “spin” a couple of days ago. We were traveling along highway 11 between Greenbush and Badger and enjoying the scenery. Suddenly the scenery changed from beautiful to down right ugly! Have you taken notice?
The roadsides and ditches are cluttered with litter! Plastic bags that once served a purpose for someone at sometime are now entangled in fence netting or on tree branches or tall grass, whipping back and forth in the breeze.
The bright sun reflects off aluminum cans and glass containers. Plastic bottles never made their way to a disposal site. Candy wrappers, boxes from take-out food, potato chip bags, malt containers, empty beer cases, you name it...sadly, it’s all there, in a dumpster labeled “road side”.
Take a tour of the rural areas and one will find the litter bugs have been traveling that route as well.
Before you throw that next piece of litter out your vehicle window, stop...think about it...are you proud of what you are about to do?
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One of the trees in my backyard told me something last week. “Oh, now you have talking trees?!” No, but because it was wet with glistening sap seeping down its coat of bark it clearly told me that spring is here!!
A meadow lark greeted me with a cheery “good morning” as I stepped outside. Robins chirped in to make a harmonious chorus.
Homeowners are out raking their lawns, “tickling” them to green up and grow.
Mother Nature is gently coaxing her wondrous domain to awaken and once again delight us with “beautiful” everywhere.
Farmers are chomping at the bit to start with field work.
Golfers are keeping a close eye on the golf course with itching palms, eagerly awaiting that first swing of the golf club.
Greenhouses have blooms and blossoms of all kinds bursting forth to catch the eye of the gardeners.
Borgen Field is once again the hub of baseball activity along with the softball fields behind the school.
And perhaps the best of all, the “snowbirds” who took flight to warmer southern climates late last fall are returning home safe and sound. One by one they are coming back to be among those of us who kept our feet firmly planted and stuck out the Minnesota winter. “Welcome home, snowbirds, welcome home!!”
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Food for thought: Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
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How about another horse story...
Daughters Rachel and Becky received a phone call telling of a colt that was in dire need of a home. His mother died when he was eight days old, reasons unknown. Would they please take him and hopefully, they would have success in pulling him through.
The phone call was placed to the right party(ies). Of course they would take the little fella.
I first met 9-day-old “Artie” when I walked into Rachel’s barn. Rachel had him backed into a corner in his stall, one arm around his neck, and a bottle filled with milk in her free hand. It wasn’t going worth a hill of beans!! The spunky little youngster had all four legs braced up; he wanted nothing to do with that bottle. “Where’s my Momma?”
Perseverance paid off. Come the next morning, the mare milk replacer that was left for him in the wall-mounted feeder was no more! Almost two-and-a half weeks old now, Artie dines on foal feed, nibbles on alfalfa, and drinks the readily-available milk whenever it suits his fancy. Turn him loose out in the corral and he’s as speedy as a silver bullet! It doesn’t get any better than this!
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There’s something new being served at the Twin’s Rockin’ 50’s here in town. Due to customers requests, Sonia has obliged and beginning Monday, April 21, the addition of a salad bar and soup have been added to the daily menus. It’s proving to be a real hit!
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This week’s giggle corner:
..A frazzled mother finally asked her son, who was always getting into mischief, how he ever expected to get into Heaven.
The boy thought it over and said, “Well, I’ll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, ‘For Heaven’s sake, Johnny, either come in or stay out’!”
..The first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part where Chicken Little was trying to warn the farmer. She read, ‘..and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, ‘The sky is falling! The sky is falling!”
The teacher paused and then asked the children what they thought the farmer would have said.
One little girl raised her hand and said, “I think he said: ‘Holy ####! A talking chicken!” The teacher was unable to talk for the next 10 minutes.


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