Now, after a couple of weeks
blissfully free of lawn maintenance, I am gonna have to mow or be dealing with a bigass mess.
I suppose at least the garden will be green, the tomatoes look nice and there are plenty of bean blossoms.
I would plant the whole backyard in sweet corn, even the slope, but I know the damned raccoons would be in there eating like crazy. Not many people have ever experienced real, fresh sweet corn an hour after it’s picked, it loses a huge amount of it’s flavor and sweetness, and once you’ve had it this way you get spoiled for the crap at Jewel. If I could leave the daughter out there with a 22, I think I’d be OK, but otherwise I’d lose the whole crop. So tomatoes and beans it is, for the forseeable future.
Rex Stout even wrote one of his Nero Wolfe stories about the pleasures of freshly-picked roasted corn, “Murder Is Corny.”
Folks always ax me why I plant so much.
Critters.
Speaking of fresh, you ain’t had an egg until you retrieve a fresh one from underneath the hen what just got done announcing to the world that she layed it. Fry it up and make a sammich out of it.
Damn. Now I’m all hungry.
Libs: Especially one that has not been in a damnable fridge. A warm egg omelettized right away is one of the best things in life, you got it
Fresh is best. Kind of hard to have farming ground for 300 million people though.
Og, it’s funny that you posted this today. My father grew sweet corn in his backyard – about 500 square feet worth. When we were all over for dinner, he would wait until the steaks or burgers were done and on the table to go out and pick the corn and shuck it on the way back to the house. In the pot of boiling water it would go – for three minutes exactly. Those in the know would eat the corn first. Indescribable.
We lost Dad a couple of weeks ago and today would have been his 77th birthday. He truly loved his corn! (Please, no pity. A post about corn on this day of all days made me smile like a fool) .