Growing like.......

  the CORN.

 

We are officially using this line in place of the traditional....."Growing like a weed" line. {You know, since we don't have any weeds around here anyway. It just seems more relevant don't ya think? If only.....}

 The above pictures was taken on the 15th of June and I took the one below just one week later.

So even though there are many days when I am S.U.R.E. I can see my children actually adding to their stature before my very eyes, I guess they're not actually growing quite as fast as the corn.

 

 No, this is not one of those high school photography class assignments. You know the kind where you're supposed to make it look like someone is standing on the end of your little finger. No folks, no optical illusions here. The corn in our back yard is really that tall. For those of you who don't know .........my hubby is about 6 foot 1

........my baby girl is usually that happy

.......this corn is only starting to go into tassel here.

DISCLAIMER: No one in my household gets credit for this corn. I have no idea what variety it is or what sort of 'miracle grow' it was given. We simply live in the house across the driveway from the cornfield. But come to think of it we have thrown some pretty potent 'refrigerator science projects' that way so maybe...... :o)

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While we're on the subject.....

 'Corn Day' is traditional summer entertainment for our family.

The young, the old, the in-laws, the cousins, the cousins of cousins, they all gather bright and early. This year's first crop yielded 80 dozen beautiful ears of tasty yellow corn. Believe it or not my children look forward to corn day--mostly because it means spending a whole day at their cousins house. They do seem to get distracted or 'finished'  somewhere shy of the 900th ear but they can be great little huskers at least for awhile.

 And when the husking is finished their are many great adventures to be had while the "moms" do the cooking, cutting and packing for the freezer.

Of course, there is nothing like the taste of fresh corn on the cob as a reward for your efforts.

And if in the middle of the cooking, cutting, packing process a thunderstorm approaches, you just ask the farmer to back the wagon into the garage {as the corn continues to cook. yup, that kettle is just a boiling away, no big deal.} The process continues under roof while a wonderful rain waters the coming 'second picking.' Thank you Jesus for family, for food, for good times together and for continually providing for us!!!