There's Nothing Like the First Time

I planted corn this spring with nothing but faith. I didn't know how deep to put the seeds or how far apart to make the rows. When the sweet little stalks poked up through the dirt I weeded and watered and watched over them. (I hear that deer like corn.) Turns out that it doesn't take much more than that! The recipe inherent in those little seeds, put there from the beginning by the Lord did the rest.

We feasted this afternoon on our very own crop. It was FABULOUS! And I know good corn. Crisp and sweet, the kind that snaps into your mouth when you bite. I love the multicolored yellow ears. Oh dear, I could bust, I am so proud. I realize that I can't really claim it's creation, but by darned I did pull a lot of weeds from around the tender sprout-lings. And pick out the earwigs.

Roo ate 2 whole ears. She was all buttery! I had 5.

I lacked the for sight to plant each row a week apart, (and it rained so very much this spring that I remember only a few days where the heavens allowed a planting) so we will be eating a lot of corn in the next few days while the ears are at their best. I look forward to a good corn binging all year. I hope to buy a bunch from our favorite local farmer in a few weeks so that we can freeze it for later, but ours we shall eat, after all, there's nothing like the first time.