Our traditional in-front-of-the-front-door-first-day-of-school picture. Yes, that is packing tape on the window. While Clay was mowing, a small rock hit the lower left hand corner of the window, shattering it into tiny pieces which stayed in place, I guess because of the leading in the window; it continued to crack for about an hour, and was pretty interesting to watch (and hear). We've been waiting on a new window all summer.
Sarah and the boys came down for supper last night. Nathan really enjoyed the sweet corn; he worked on this piece for about half an hour.
It made me really miss my dad -- two of his favorite things in the world, little kids and sweet corn.
Kids gravitated toward dad, because he was such fun; he loved to play, and he could make a game or toy out of anything. Cardboard, cotton from the inside of an aspirin bottle, an old watchband, string and paper fasteners became a jumping Santa. Two iron tractor seats, two iron wagon wheels and a 2x8 became a teeter-totter, movable for mowing around.
And he had strict guidelines about sweet corn. Start the water boiling, go down the the garden, pick and shuck the corn, then hustle back up to the house, throw the ears in the boiling water for no more than 3 minutes and eat as much as you can, because it was so good and didn't last long enough.
Just like my dad.
Peace.
This is my corn. You people are guests in my corn.
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