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Fall in the USA

 It's that time of the year in the United States when all things are pumpkin spice even ice cream and coffee.  Yes, I recently ordered and enjoyed a scoop of pumpkin spice ice cream.  Crazy right?  Not for Americans!  

Byron and I went to the NC State Fair this week with a church group of senior citizens.  Another crazy thing.  Have we really reached this age?  Byron perhaps, but me?  

Granny has indeed and was happy to go.  Anyone aged 65 and up got in free.  We did have to pay, so I guess we aren't quite there yet.

Granny enjoyed the pumpkins on display and wanted to ride the giant Ferris wheel stating she might never have another chance.
 


I've found most of my fall favorite clothes that had been in storage and even purchased a few new tops to make it through the season.  It's truly crazy at the lengths people go to decorating their homes and making sure they have the latest in pumpkin spice style.  This top is at least 10 years old and still does the trick for me.

I was grateful for a gift basket from a dear friend with a fall scented candle and other items all in a new basket.  I bought some Dollar Tree seasonal flowers a few towels, and other items to redo my small living space.

And I'd be just about ready to say I'm prepared to head back to Brazil, but I'd miss out on the fall school field trips!



Aren't they cute as buttons!  Guess I'll have to buy a pumpkin and enjoy the autumn breezes for a little longer.  But furlough time is a-ticking.

But in the weeks to come I have a few more moments to make good memories with young and old alike as the holiday season gets into full swing and missionary mama starts packing her bags for Brazil.
 



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