The Philosopher with the Floppy Ears: A Day at The Little Farmer
Is there anything more Wisconsin than that specific crunch of leaves under your boots in late October? I think not. Yesterday—Tuesday, October 29th—was one of those “gold-dipped” days. You know the kind I’m talking about. The sky over Lake Winnebago was that piercing, impossible blue, and the air had just enough of a bite to…