Growing. Husking. Devouring.
We've had some in the garden and it's just about ready now. We've had it delivered from field to driveway from Farmer Rick's tractor (can you hear the excitement in my little one's voice?!). We've purchased it from a farmstand.
We husk. We boil. We eat.
It's the same every summer. But, each summer when we first eat locally grown corn, I forget that I've done this before. It feels and tastes like the very first time.
Seasons are marvelous. Sweet corn season is a favorite of mine.