I don't exactly know why, but I've always loved cornfields. And I've always wanted to grow my own corn, transfer it directly from plant to boiling water, and taste that fresh-as-can-be homegrown sweetness.
This year, I planted 10 corn kernels. Several germinated and then died. Just one made it to maturity. When it first poked through the soil, it looked, logically, much like the blades of grass that like to pop up in our raised beds. But this one was a little thicker, the leaves started a little higher, and well, it just looked like something. So we left it there, and it grew into the beautiful tall green plant you see next to Jonah and me in these pictures. I was so proud.
Our beautiful corn plant produced a single ear of corn. That was it. So Isaac, Adam and I shared it at dinner. It was incredibly good, every bit as good as I'd hoped. And we each got exactly one third of an ear.
Below, a few extras of Jonah from the same week. A baby and a pot of water on a hot day - can't beat that.
Mmmm...dirt.
By this point, Jonah was getting really good at rolling the ball to us. His aim is pretty impressive and quite consistent.
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