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Indian Summer stayed on the Plains for as long as she dared, but winter’s first howling squall drove her away. Classic Vs of Canada Geese escorted her … one honking choir after another, their voices fading as they flew further and further way. Suddenly hearing them overhead always exhilarates, but then I am left with a soft, almost sad longing. I wonder what it would be like to join them … wing to wing.
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I’m not at all reluctant to confess that I’m as “corny” as Doris and Mitzi. How about you, are you as “corny as Kansas” too?
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Sheree says: I agree! I think corn is very under appreciated. You must explore the Corn Palace in South Dakota. Absolutely the icon of corn. Being a new "FarmGirl" with a newly purchased 5 acre spread with a barn, I can’t wait to sprint to plant my first garden & try heirloom varieties, blue corn being on the list!
Maria says: What great article, Thanksgiving is for me a very special day. By reading the article on corn you brought memories for me as a young child. I remember grandpa growing the corn in South Mexico, where I was born. We left South Mexico when I was a young child (2) to migrate to this Great Nation. Returning every year when grandpa harvested the corn, I remember grandpa, grandma, great grandma, mom and my sisters all sitting around helping him grind in this round handmade wheel made from dried corn cobs. I can remember grandma with her long braid gather the corn to make homemade tortillas, on a large round COMAL (griddle) with firewood. They were spectacular and delicious not to mention her tamales. Those days are gone, but the memories live on…and for me close to my 60’s, I am proud to say that I’m so happy for those memories and guess what? I now have a long braid just like grandma. Thank you for this article it made my day! Maria
Marci says: Who would have thought corn would have such an interesting story! Thanks Shery for the great read and images. I love Thanksgiving and I love corn–a wonderful match.
I wonder if the first Indians that planted corn would know what an impact they would make on the world.
bonnie ellis says: What a cool blog! I live in Minnesota and we actually have two water towers shaped like corn. Also there is a farmgirl here who grows corn and does programs about the importance of it. She makes corn bracelets too. We do grow lots of corn. Thanks, Bonnie.
Who knew there was so much to know about corn? When we drove through the heartland of our beautiful country a few years back in late summer I thought we would never see the end of corn fields and that was after two straight days of driving across Kansas through what seemed like endless acres of sunflowers in bloom. After that drive I "got it" about how much we rely on the farmers of the heartland and beyond. The uses and products that come from just those two crops alone are mind boggling…
When my hubby and I were first dating we shared a family meal where we served corn on the cob. It was sweet corn and from a local farm, but apparently my husband hadn’t had corn that tasted so good in a while because he took one bite and exclaimed, " I haven’t had corn that good in three years "! We all burst out laughing and to this day whenever we have sweet corn you can guess what we all say…That was 23 years ago!
I love using corn stalks in my fall decorating outside. This year the squirrels had a field day with them. I had stalks loaded with corn cobs and with in just a day or two of putting them out they had gone missing and all that was left were traces of corn on the ground!
We are big fans of blue corn chips in our house and that blue corn cake recipe sounds tasty with the blue berry sauce on top!
Thanks for a wonderfully complete lesson in corn and for the great recipes too.
As always, you have a way with words and images I so enjoy!
Deb (who had no idea she had so much to say about corn)!
Jena says: I love your lesson on all the wonders of corn. I really loved to see the picture of the corn water tower. In Rochester, MN, it is in the center of town and I often have to use it as my landmark for directions. I love all the work and research you put into your blogs, thanks so much for sharing them with us.
Love and Blessings,
Jena Giest
carla says: Yes, you must see the "Corn Palace" in Mitchell, South Dakota. Every year the exterior is recreated with corn forming the different pictures honoring one central theme. We were able to see and photograph the building in all its colors celebrating the 200th Anniversary of the Lewis & Clark expedition. WOW. The interior is the local area’s indoor arena.
33 years ago while living in Spain, there was no corn on the cob available. There was feed corn, but corn was not consumed by the regular population. 3 yrs of no corn on the cob, I can know enjoy it as a meal all on it own.
Great informative post on corn. The one veggie that my girls would eat growing up without any bribes. I love it myself. My grandmother always made a corn casserole at every family dinner. I make one but it is quite the cheater kind with a box of jiffy corn muffin mix thrown in, but good anyway. Hubs lived in Arizona for a few years and one of his favorite foods is tamales. My sis makes them, but has not taught me and I think it is an all day project. The blue corn cakes and blueberry sauce recipe is getting printed out as I write. Have a wonderful week!
This made me remember just a few weeks ago, when our son (7 years old) suddenly realized that "HIS" corn plants (volunteers by the front door ) were READY TO EAT! He got to pick and shuck, and we did not even cook them, we just ate them raw and sweet as summer ever gets! Thanks for the reminder, I’ll treasure this one for a LONG time!
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I agree! Easing into winter is much better than being blown into it from all sides isn’t it? LOL " Winter on the ranch" sounds challenging and exciting all at the same time. Sorry to hear about your slip outside though! I would love to see the hat you were wearing! 🙂 I think my hubby has one like it. It’s the side flaps that make it!
As always the messages you weave in and out of your beautiful photography have me feeling grateful for you and this blog!
I want to reach out and hug Ribbon around her pretty neck and I’m sure we had your wild turkeys cousins here last week scratching in the leaves and the garden! I’m as ready for a long New England winter as I’m gonna be!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours and a BIG farmgirl hug too!
Love,
Deb
Love to hear I’m not the only one who views winter coming with a slight misgiving. Fall is my time. Winter is great when I have nowhere to go, a great quilt to work on and a cup of hot chocolate to warm me. Thanks for your wonderful blog! May we all remember the little things we take for granted and be thankful for everything in our lives.
I found a photo of you at our Thanksgiving dinner table many years ago! Sweet memories, friend. I’m thankful for you!
Hey Shery
Hope you & your family had a Blessed Thanksgiving….
Ok, I have to laugh…if I did not know better, I would have thought we were neighbors…lol!
We have wild turkey all around us….they seem to travel in groups of almost a dozen…unfortunatley they have to run (why, I do ‘t know) across the road and usually with 1 fatality…Not the brightest foul…lol!
As for the deer, we have both White Tail & Mule….and it is mating season so they are a little more brazen when it comes to crossing over the roads…My daughter & I were heading into town at 5:30am and sure enough we could see a lot of tracks, and then suddenly one stood out in the middle of the road, to fearful to decide which way to run.
We just finished with our 1st Blizzard of the season…oh joy!…but all the more of a reason to go squirrel away in my sewing den…to get creative with needle & thread.
I too am So Over this cold white stuff but alas…here I am!
Hugz & enjoy a nice hot cup of cocoa & a big yummy spice cookie.
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Shery,
It is always such a joy to look at your pictures and poetry. I always have a smile on my face as I read.
Thank you and happy holidays to you and yours.
I think the horses just like to watch us break up frozen water. Why do they like to play with the tank water heater? It is always nice to just lay against my horse and feel the warmth of their body in the cold winter. I will miss that this year, but if all goes well I will have me a Morgan mare this spring. Next winter I will have the frozen buckets and ice on her whiskers and the warmth of her body. She is coming from a warm climate and I will not get her until next spring. I enjoy this site and all the memories that it brings to me from my childhood on my grandparent’s farm. Thank you so much for sharing your adventures.