Dancing Mandolin Player brought us some of her freshly picked sweet corn Monday night.
We were filled with gratitude.
I’ve bought sweet corn several times in town, but it does not compare to DMP’s corn, which is by far the best corn in the universe.
Banjo Man and I gorged ourselves Monday night. I had also grilled a couple of steaks, but I didn’t bother eating one. I just wanted corn, corn, corn–a once-a-year magnificent treat.
The smoke continues and everyone is frustrated and depressed. The West is on fire and there is nothing we can do about it except hope for rain. There’s a chance that rain is coming on Sunday.
It would almost be too good to be true.
Send good thoughts our way, would you?