on most august days, i drive by this cornfield on the way to the local farm stand to buy the day's produce. sometimes it's tomatoes or peaches or lettuce or blueberries, but always, it is corn. the season for corn is so brief here that we tend to indulge in it every day that we can. and then never again, not until the following year, in august when corn season returns once more.05 August 2010
corn in the morn
on most august days, i drive by this cornfield on the way to the local farm stand to buy the day's produce. sometimes it's tomatoes or peaches or lettuce or blueberries, but always, it is corn. the season for corn is so brief here that we tend to indulge in it every day that we can. and then never again, not until the following year, in august when corn season returns once more.
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The season for fresh corn is very short over here too. I am happy to eat it every day but my family look with horror when at the end of the 3rd week I serve it up! (I'm the same with asaparagus and blackberries!)
What a lovely scene to pass each day!
Our corn is almost ready to harvest in south Holland. The fields are beautiful now, too.
That sounds like such a good way to indulge yourself. I can taste it now. Sweet fresh corn off the cob. How wonderful!
I like it that you eat corn only during it's season when you can buy it in the supermarket the year round. like vegetables, they taste better and sweeter.
Chris, that sounds like such a great idea! Fresh corn everyday.
how wonderful to 'have your corn
and eat it, too!"
our corn season lasts all summer.
sorry to brag. :)
The corn and rice fields I see each day during my train commute are maturing. The rice leaves are still that new lime green so intensely gorgeous against the clear blue sky under the setting sun, while the corn has gotten very tall, and now is topped with yellowy tufts. My daily and rejuvenating countryside break between the Italian cities of Pavia and Milan (http://mymilanitaly.blogspot.com).
Here in Los Olivos, CA, Fred's perfect peaches herald Summer
and then they are gone...
replaced by crisp Gala apples that foretell Fall.
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