That's right, my friends, these little hands picked an ear of corn right off the stalk.
I got to visit my sweet friend Ginny for one of her {many} bridal showers and she happens to live in a town more densely populated by corn than people. So after eyeing the cornfields for days and talking myself out of my strong {and somewhat rational} fear of the snakes that naturally inhabit the fields, I walked across the gravel path and made my dream come true. I felt like Pocahontas herself! All I needed to complete my vision was a basket to carry my treasure on my head. {Am I getting ridiculous yet?} All in all it felt just like I'd always imagined. Unfortunately, the corn I picked wasn't "sweet corn" {who knew there was a difference??} and I had to leave it behind instead of making my prize my meal. Still, the experience was satisfying enough to carry me for a while... so until I decide thievery isn't actually all that bad...
Much love,
B
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