Corn casserole, corn bread, corny jokes, corn pone, corn crib, well, you get the corny idea. Another day, another corn report.
My huge corn field. Since I crapped my knee up the grass and weeds are trying to sneak in but if it’s not raining tomorrow the mower is going in to help with weed control.
Five good day corn stalks and three bad day corn stalks.
Bad day corn.
Another bad day corn.
Good day corn. They are kind of lording it over the bad day corn. I tried to tell them that could have been them but I don’t think they listened.
The tallest bad day corn. That is about 6 inches above my knee. I don’t know if you can see that mark on my index finger… that’s a broken blister from pulling weeds and grass. It’s almost healed. It was so sore that I remembered to start wearing my gloves.
The tallest good day corn. About even with the bend in my elbow. About 3’9’. Next week I will take a tape measure with me and measure so you can see for yourself. I figure that it will be about as tall as Dar. I’m excited to see, but then we all know it takes so little to entertain me.
And look at these!!! Corn is trying to make on the good day corn. I looked real close at the bad day corn, but didn’t see any sign on them yet. I do need to clarify that this is only on three of the good day corn. I don’t want you to think that all of the good day corn is at this point. This is, after all, a very scientific study.
Tomorrow, if you are all lucky, I’ll take a picture of my knee in it’s glorious color. I just wanted to give you something to look forward to seeing.
Have a great Sunday.
