i don’t remember pete seeger or the byrds singing about “a time for ticks,”  and i doubt that ticks made much of an appearance in the book of ecclesiastes, but in minnesota, there is a time to be born, a time to die. a time to plant, a time to reap. a time to laugh, and a time to pull ticks from the dog. this is that season. turn, turn turn.

woodticks

rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota