Growing up in the midwest in the '50's, I always looked forward to eating corn on the cob. Back then, we were taught that in a well-ordered world, corn is "knee-high by the fourth of July." It's one of those ditties that remains firmly planted in my memory banks.
I feel a sense that all is well with the world when I drive by tall cornfields, as I did in my recent trip to Ohio. It's always an act of faith on the part of the farmer to see if human efforts will be well-partnered by Mother Nature to produce a good crop. This time I also experience amazement at how tall the corn is for mid-July - at least chin-high if you are Michael Jordan. The economy may be in the tank, but thanks to rain (and "steroids"), our corn stands proudly. I couldn't resist pulling over to the side of the road to grap a picture.
May we all partake of local fresh produce for as long as summer lasts!
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