The corn is tasselling
The baby ears are forming
Summer, laughing softly, as time slowly slips toward Fall.
The song of Corn,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm
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The corn is tasselling
The baby ears are forming
Summer, laughing softly, as time slowly slips toward Fall.
The song of Corn,
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
It’s great to see our corn maturing so nicely. I hope you have a great crop.
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Me too. So far it’s looking good 🙂
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What a fun way to look at it.
Katie
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In the wind it actually sings…rustle rustle. And when it is growing (not now) you can sit out in the field and hear the corn grow…creak, snap, pop. 🙂
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That’s so nice! Fall will be here sooner than we think!!
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It’s just over there now. Sigh
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Charlee: “Ooh, I bet it would be fun to play with that corn silk!”
Chaplin: “And maybe eat it!”
Lulu: “What is it with you two and eating things that aren’t food?”
Charlee: “Anything that looks like fur or fluff is fair game for eating when you’re a cat.”
Chaplin: “Including spider webs.”
Lulu: “Eww, what if the spider is still in it?”
Charlee: “Extra protein!”
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEwwwwwwwwwwwwww. (Oh, by the way, the deer eat the silk. It kills the cob, if they do.)
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It’s gonna be beautiful corn!
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It is looking good. 🙂
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Good looking corn too!
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It is looking nice…hope it stays that way. 🙂
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Baby corn! So cute!
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Yes, just starting to grow 🙂
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Growing things all sing their own songs. We just have to be quiet and listen.
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Very true 🙂
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Your song of corn is lovely … such super photos Linda 🙂
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Everything is tasseled now and the ears are growing…summer is progressing rapidly, me thinks. 🙂
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Oh, I am so familiar. I can still remember the sting of the leaf edges. If the corn didn’t cut you, the Johnson grass would. And, the smell of fresh corn…or having to smack away the yellow jackets while shucking. If they weren’t after the corn, they were after the Granny Smith apples or the peaches. Aggravating!
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🙂 A rather fun memory, if a bit stinging 🙂
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Childhood on the farm…😊
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