Corn farmers we are not. This is the second year in a row that we’ve tried to grow corn and not done well. Actually, the corn has grown just fine (for the most part.) Last year’s grew quite tall, this year’s I noticed looked like it stopped growing a little while ago. When I saw a squirrel perched on the garden post chowing down on a tasseled ear I thought perhaps they were ready.
So I went and picked my own.
We tasted it. I asked Tabby, “how is it?” to which she responded “mushy.” Mushy indeed.
Why does our corn not have flavor and is mealy?? Fortunately delicious local sweet corn abounds. I think next year I would rather use the garden bed space for something different.
Paul treated himself to something he’s been wanting for quite a while-a windmill. It’s 12 foot tall, so quite big. The question is, where to put it? I’m really not certain where you place these things. I’m sure I”ll be taking a million pictures of it, though.