As I have mentioned before, my husband is a farmer. He and his father farm the typical Midwestern field crops of corn and soybeans and he has expanded the farm to now include sweet corn. This is our second year growing the crop and it is amazing. It is more hard work than we imagined and last year was a learning year. But let me tell you, that first bite into a juicy cobb of corn that was on the stalk only an hour ago is the most amazing experience. The corn is fresh and so much sweeter than those purchased in the store. I love seeing the kids faces covered in sweet corn juice. They love the stuff. In fact, as we were out harvesting in the early morning hours, our son would just peel an ear and sit down and have corn for breakfast.
It is also an incredible sense of pride to know that something you have grown and nurtured, is now in stores and nurturing other families. My husband went through a lot last year learning and I have never seen him work so hard. This year, hopefully, will be a little bit easier and just as fulfilling when the work is done.
It was something that all of us pitched in and worked together on to harvest each ear by hand. Even the baby found her spot in the backpack and helped mom. I am looking forward to it again this year, even if I complained about it last year. It has taught me patience, hard work, and how much more satisfying something is when you have grown it yourself.
So, today I drove by our corn field and felt the tingle of excitement about what is to come in the next few summer months. The corn loves the hot, humid weather and has flourished over the last week. I love how summer shows us life and energy and some of Mother Nature’s finest work. This is my favorite season.