Yea, if there was cotton around here it would be high for sure. Corn is as high as an elephant’s eye as they say. Kelly is back from Spain. MM is back and I am trying to talk her into doing a post full of observations and insights. What else, well, friends and acquaintances recovering from accidents and wrestling with cancer diagnosis. Yes, we will put stones on the pile here at Phil’s Camino for these folks. And we will think about how we might make things better for them with our own talents, time and resources.
On the light side maybe we need some corn or corny poems or recipes for the blog here. See what you can come up with and I’ll look around here. We might as well push this corn thing to the limit. Corn art, yes. Corn songs, yup. A corn milk shake has not been done to my knowledge. It’s wide open, have cornfidence you will come up with something, love, Felipe.
PFFilpe,
You asked for it Hombre—–Try this on for starters: Iowa’s State Song
OH WE’RE FROM IOWA, IOWA!
STATE OF ALL THE LAND,
JOIN IN EVERY HAND,
YES WE’RE FROM IOWA, IOWA!
THAT’S WHERE THE TALL CORN GROWS!!!
Google it if you want the tune. Pretty catchy, eh??
Corngratulations!
SF,
PFJ
FFJ ~ just going around the ranch humming the the Iowa State Song. In a Corn Coma, Commander, PFF.
I’m all ears. Sweet corn ice cream. Really. I have the recipe. I just need the corn.
Jennifer
Jennifer ~ OK, you’re in the Corn Club! When do we get started? Felipe.