Wisconsin Stories

It's winter in Wisconsin,And the gentle breezes blow,Seventy miles an hour,At thirty degrees below. Oh, how I love WisconsinWhen the snow's up to your butt,You take a breath of winter airAnd your nose is frozen shut. Yes, the weather here is wonderfulSo I guess I'll hang around,I could never leave Wisconsin,'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!  

Indianhead summer begins in the middle of June. That’s when the grass along the roadway of our rural Wisconsin town is available to be mowed. Six years ago the Town approved a resolution to prevent town mowing operations until the second week of June. Tall grass up to the edge of the roadway is the price one pays to protect the habitat of ground-nesting birds. It’s acceptable in northern Wisconsin because an unkempt look...