For the past two mornings the grass in the pasture across the street has had a definitely blue/green tinge. And so in the spirit of the season, yesterday decided to finish decorating the great room for fall. Retrieved from the supply closet a bag of fake fruit.
Usually I set a bowl of apples and pears on the table by the front door, for display purposes only, until hallowe’en is thankfully over and the last trick-or-treater has disappeared into the dark, leaving a scattering of candy wrappers in their wake. But a time crunch prevented me completing the arrangement, and so simply put the fruit in a bowl and set it on the kitchen table.
Keep in mind we never eat at that table, it’s there for prep purposes only, with meals served either from the counter or on the dining table.
This morning, after Jim left for work, noticed something amiss with one of the too-red-to-be-real apples. Evidently hubby had gotten up some time during the night and gone foraging. Bless him, he never said a word to me about it. But you can bet I’ll ask when he gets home tonight. And now I’m off to buy some real apples.
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