I wrote this post back in 2011 about making a trip to the cornfield with Pap.
Yesterday morning I went to the cornfield with Pap. Funny how you wait for that first fresh corn and then before you know it you’re having to gather it every day.
This time of the year-our cornfield is a jungle. You can barely get through the rows for the ragweeds and morning glory vines. Granny is scared to death of snakes. She warns us to look out for copperheads when we go to the corn patch.
I think being in the corn rows is like visiting a magical kingdom. I like the feeling of being surrounded by all that green; by the towering stalks; and by the hum of summer as bees buzz and jar flies screech.
In between helping Pap pull corn, I snapped some photos of the beauty. Isn’t the orange lovely? Hard to believe its only a weed.
In some spots morning glories have woven the rows of corn together, almost like they want the the sweet goodness all for themselves. When I see morning glories I’m always reminded of walking to catch the school bus. The flowers grew near the side of the road along Papaw and Mamaw’s garden. I would pick a morning glory; place it to my mouth; and breath in suctioning the flower to make it cover my mouth. Sounds strange, but I wish I had a photo of a little skinny me trying to inhale the glory of the flower.
In places you can see this little beauty growing. Pap calls them wild apricots-I think they’re passion flowers. Whatever the name they are a true creation of beauty.
Wild Bill never strays far when we’re in the corn patch. He’s always hoping someone will give him an ear and if they don’t he usually sneaks one out of a bucket.
Then there’s Pap-ever teaching. He shows me how the hot dry weather we’ve had caused the ear not to develop on the end. Pap said “It just didn’t have enough of what it needed to make all the way.”
Pap told me “When there are gaps left in the ear of corn the old timers called that a run-out.”
Our crop of corn is good this summer. Pap said “There ain’t a thing wrong with corn like this. That’s as fine a ear as you could get.”
Being in the middle of a cornfield is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been.