That I adore.
There’s no Candy Corn where I live….sniff…sniff.
There’s not even a store near me that has one Fall decoration on it’s shelf.
The nursery down the road didn’t even have one pot of mums today when I stopped by.
And to make matters worse, my seven year old referred to my scarecrow I pulled out of storage as “the little hay man”.
I guess she doesn’t remember when I would decorate our home with scarecrows and pumpkins, or the trips we made to the pumpkin patch. I have always had more fall decorations than Christmas ones. I hated taking down those scarecrows to put up a tree. Can she really not know what a scarecrow is? Maybe she knows the Portuguese word for it instead….yeah, I’m sure that’s it.
Sooooo many things were left in America when we came here. Who knows, under the influence of temporary insanity, all my decorations may have been sold in one huge box for a buck-fifty at one of our many yard sales.
That makes my head hurt…..and my heart.
So today I mourn.
So goes the life of a missionary wife.