The Great Corn Harvest

My Loving Spouse has dabbled in planting corn more than once, but this year he really threw his hoe in the ring/field. He ordered special sweet corn kernels to plant. He tilled the soil, planted two rows two weeks apart and watered it religiously.

I’m pretty sure it was that fact that I was the Queen of weeding and thinning, that gave this harvest its exceptional turn out. Sadly, for all my pumpkin loving fans, my pumpkin harvest was quite low this year. (Only 20 pumpkins…thank you, I do hear your collective ‘gasp’).

Imagine my delight to find these beauties when we were harvesting the corn. I love how my pumpkin vines creep and curl everywhere.

My Loving Corn Grower shared corn on the cob with friends and colleagues. We ate it. The chickens ate it. Charlie our Duck ate it.

When the black birds started to eat it, it was time to harvest the rest.

The Head Corn Grower becomes the head corn chopper. Taking off both ends.

I then took off the coarsest of the husks and begin filling quart sized freezer baggies. 6 ears to a bag and I label whether the corn came from the front row of the field which was planted later than the back row of the field, just incase we notice a difference when we start to eat it.

Our buckets overflow with husks and the corn cob ends.

Much to the delight of Agnes and Ike…nothing goes to waste. Yes, the summer flies are brutal on the cows.

We cease production at 84 ears.

Now the black birds are happy again, and we pull out a number of corn stalks daily and throw them over the fence to the cows.

Speaking of cows… guess who is bagging up?

…and we are blessed.