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Good Old Days

Our December Issue

Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,

The sights, sounds and scents of fall are in full force right now. As I write this note to all of you, I am seated on my back porch. I can hear the hum of cicadas, the harbingers of cooler weather. I can look past my dormant raised garden beds to the woods beyond and see the blazing yellows, reds and oranges. And I can detect the dusty smell of freshly harvested soybeans and field corn as my farmer neighbors finish up their harvests.

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