It appears it's almost time for me to find a new home. In the 4 years we have lived in our home, the zillion acres behind our house that is apparently owned by the Mormon Church and farmed each year has yielded tons of soybean and winter wheat crops. I am quite fond of the process ~ watching the giant machines roll in and prepare the land, the uniquely formed rows of green plants growing uniformly. I can stare out at this farmland from my living room, breakfast nook and back patio. It's really relaxing.
For whatever reason (probably some scientific soil rotation idea) the farmers had a different idea this year. Hence my concern for needing to depart.
They planted my most dreaded nightmare. CORN.
I'm sure you are wondering as a Missouri girl why this would ever bother me. Surely you grew up around corn fields, right?
Touche`. But it is so much worse.
A little short story written in 1977 by my fave horror writer. Thanks Stephen King.
At 13 years old, I watched the screenplay of this wretched book. Children of the Corn tormented my dreams for YEARS. I was extremely sensitive to horror movies as a teenager so no doubt this one haunted me. And still does.
And now it's growing outside my windows. 70 feet away. What can I do?
Thank GOD I'm not training right now, because I can promise you I would NOT be running alongside these fields on the road to my neighborhood.
To top it off, my neighb is excited about the corn because now he can hunt in it undetected. Seriously.
Guess I'll be searching out some tiny house listings this weekend. Sooner than later!