…. And soon there will be corn.

On the cobs.  For us to eat.  With Butter dripping off.
And cheeseburgers.

In honor of all THE Children of the  Corn……

Some corn reflections.  Because I am a flake.

Do you know what the ear of corn was arrested for? …… Stalking.

We have a corn-growing-farmer just down the road.  He rose through the ranks of the International Corn Growers association, eventually becoming a kernel.

Not all corn can be perfect you know.   Funny looking corn grows on a laughing stalk.

Now… down south we have a long tradition of Pirates in our town.  Even Blackbeard hung out there.  I am told that…..Old Pirates retire and grow corn for a buck an ear.

I got pretty fired up the other night.  We went out to dinner.  I ordered the Grilled Corn on the Cob.  When the waiter told me they were out of corn I said, ‘That really shucks.’

Well… I hope you are smiling from ear to ear.

Signing off,
The Queen of Corn
Polly KORNenberger