The Corn is Falling! The Corn is Falling!

A little afternoon rain shower blew through here a few days ago. This wasn't the storm that flattened my zucchini bush, which stood itself back up by the way. This rain shower wasn't even a storm as much as a light rain with soft breezes. I didn't think much of it. When I went outside the next morning, all of the corn in the container was leaned over. Now, I'm assuming that it was the rain shower, but it could very easily have been the rogue neighborhood cat whom I've found batting the hanging leaves of the corn as if they were feathers on a string. I wonder if that cat got too overly excited and either lost its balance leaping for a leaf or if it just went into sheer manic mode and flung itself headlong into the corn.

I had to find a way to stand it upright again, so until I come up with a better idea, I just used two sticks I had in the garage and some twine. The only problem is, is that now the stalks are so close together, I wonder if they'll have the space to produce ears. I really need another stick to make a triangle so they're not touching. Maybe, since it's been about a week, maybe it has mended itself and will stand upright by itself again like the squash did. They didn't crack the stem when they leaned over, so in my ignorance of corn, this sounds like a feasible idea whether it really is or not.

Below is today's harvest. There's an additional cucumber I took to a friend's house today on a veggie platter this morning. I'm going to have to blanch and freeze these beans as well. I know we're not going to make it through all of those tomatoes, either. The boy just loved the yellow tomato. When he saw it, he took a sincerely shocked intake of breath His eyes popped wide, he put his hands by his mouth and said in breathless awe, "It's so beautiful," and then with dire certainty, "but I'm still not going to eat it."


That's quite alright. It's more for me that way. I'm thinking tonight we'll fry up that eggplant and some of the okra we picked yesterday.

Life is not too shabby in the gardening department.
The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.