“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can!”. w
It’s a crazy looking corn patch this year. I have this image in my head how it should look. Maybe like an add for chemical fertilizers where the whole field is totally packed with huge clones. Kind of an Arnold Swartzenegger look alike contest. But this year it just doesn’t look anything like that.
Sometimes you have to give life a “so what”, right? I continually shoot myself in the foot with my expectations. When will I learn? Anyway, I think we are feeding half the deer in the Island. They really came through and thinned things out. Fortunately the corn plants get too tough for them about this time, when they get to a certain size. They are sort of picky eaters.
And the good news is about a third of it is definitely or defiantly knee high. So we are happy to be a little bit ahead of schedule. Yup, it is art and a science this corn raising. Every year I seem to make or encounter a different mistake. So, to sum up then we are a little light on quantity but we are
early.
OK, we have the afternoon walk today. Levi and his cousin Michelle are coming. I sat next to him on the plane on Sunday. And I knew that I was going to like him because when I first saw him he was using my same phone. You know that phone that I have, the old slide phone, the one everyone is always laughing at. Yea, well, we gabbed for three hours and the flight flew by. Good one, huh?
Yea, so he had walked the Camino recently. That’s all you really have to know right there, right? And you know that gets out of hand quickly.
Well, I am going to pack it up here. The corn has a couple of more rows that are being enveloped with weeds and it needs to be Phil to the rescue.
happy Tuesday loves, Felipé.
Thanks for the corn up-date. Perhaps when the time comes some other corn will be donated from other fields if need be. Not to worry, Phil. As you always say, things will fall into place! I love the corn report, as I miss this one aspect of my Ohio up-bringing; seeing and eating all the Luscious corn I could get my hands on. However, I must submit that the corn grown in my now home state of Colorado, specifically Olatha is exceptional, especially the Silver Queen variety and sweet white. My mouth just waters thinking and writing about it.
My birthday (in August) was always at my grandfather’s garden time of harvest, I remember very specifically sitting down to my requested birthday lunch of fresh pulled tomato slices, “a mess of green beans”, dozens of ears of sweet corn and juicy, tart and sweet strawberries for dessert! Honestly, I don’t recall if there was a birthday cake or not, but I sure remember those great vegetables straight out of the gardens. I feel a little sad that many people today can not imagine how great tasting these vegetables were. They taste nothing like what you buy ANYWHERE!
To grow something with one’s own hands and then share with one’s friends and loved ones is one of the purest acts of love I can imagine! Yet, another way Phil nourishes others…
So, your corn means so much more than you can possibly imagine!
Carol my beloved handler ~ wowie zowie what a talk up for the veggies! I can definitely remember corn feeds from my younger days. And of course all the other stuff like fresh tomatoes. This is absolutely the best time of year that you are talking about. Just eating out of the garden like it was all candy. Well, you will be up here for that. It will be fun! Felipé.x