Corn is big in Washington County were we live. In the summer it’s growing everywhere you look. Most of it’s for the dairy cows. But starting in early August, the sweet corn for people is ready to be picked. That’s when we start eating it. And we eat it almost every day, sometimes twice a day, until the first frost and then there’s no more corn till next year.
Some of the best corn, closest to us, comes from the Moses Farm Stand. That’s Moses as in Grandma Moses. Now, her grandson, Will sells his paintings and the Moses Farm sells fruit and vegetables.
So this time of year we’re shucking a lot of corn. And the donkeys and Chloe know all about it. Because they eat everything we don’t. When it’s time for lunch or dinner, we bring the corn outside to the pasture gate to shuck it. The donkeys always show up. Sometimes Chloe doesn’t get there in time, but this is still new to her, I bet next year she’ll be at the gate with the donkeys. When we shuck the corn they get the husks and after we eat it, they get the cobs.
The cats and hens usually come around too. The hens will try to peck at the corn on the cob that’s already been shucked and the cats hope there’s going to be a treat or some scratches for them.
I hadn’t really thought about it till today, when I saw Jon shucking the corn for lunch. What a ritual of late summer this is. Buying the corn from our neighbors, who grow it up the road from us, sharing it with our animals and nothing going to waste.
It seems to me a small wonder. A tiny example of how man and nature can work together in a balanced way.