After a dry spring and early summer then a wet August, fall quietly arrived.
One of the best parts of living in Illinois is having a front-row seat to the change of seasons. Each is distinct in character and feel.
Growing up in the farm you are always thinking about the seasons, planting, growing, harvest and preparing for the next season.
I took this for granted and assumed everyone experienced the same as I did. Of course that isn’t the case and the older I get the more I appreciate all the opportunities I had that many others didn’t.
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