I'm sort of a broken record. Every year, I always like to mark the beginning of corn season with some photos. I could go all the way back to finding their first ear of corn. It's a silly tradition in a way, but in another way, it feels like a good one. It celebrates the full, delicious and abundant gardens of August. It's not our corn this year, but it's off the tractor with the full wagon of corn that goes by every morning while I'm out milking. Now the ideas are rolling-corn chowder, corn fritters, corn casserole... Such a great part of August. The cows don't mind the scraps one bit, that's for sure.
ee it here. My, how they have grown!