Corn Day

For as long as I can remember back into my childhood, we’ve had a Family Corn Day (with the exception, maybe, of a few years that the coons got to it all before we did). Sun up to sun down, counting on shade and a breeze to cool us and limit the flies,  buckets upon buckets of corn….picked, shucked, silked, cut off the cob, frozen and divided between our families.   I feel very blessed to say that I’ve been present at most of them. Funny that somehow I imagined it was like a badge of honor to move from the shucking  to the cutting off the cob  in the assembly line work.  The younger years were the best!  After the required “helping” shuck a few ears,  my cousins and I were off to play. (We were planning to be the next Charlie’s Angels)   Some years we were under the big maple tree in grandma and grandpa’s front yard. I remember it was a Maple because I have fun memories of making helicopters with the maple seeds that littered the ground.  Some years we worked out in the yard of my childhood home – near the big lilac bush and my swing set with the trapeze swing where I dreamed of being an Olympic gymnast some day.  Some years we worked under the trees in Uncle Willie and Aunt Rosie’s back yard. I’m pretty sure that’s where my love for Mimosa trees began. I still remember that sweet smell of the blooms as we played along side the working adults…..and here I am reminiscing at the end of this year’s Family Corn Day,  missing our two older children who’ve moved away,  fond thoughts of those grown cousins that I still count among my very best friends, and blessed to be working in the coolness of our basement garage where it’s much cooler and NO FLIES.

Sun up to sun down, buckets and buckets of corn – picked, shucked, silked, cut off the cob, frozen and divided between our families….. It’s been just a simple day, but always a day of counting abundant blessings!  We’ll be eating well this winter! God is Generous!