One day last week, as the sweat rolled down into my eyes as I was trying to count the remaining sweet corn in the latest row I was weeding, I sat up exasperated. There were two. There were two surviving corn plants in a row of twelve. TWO.
I looked around me at the very black soil and sighed. Of the five rows of sweet corn, only about a dozen ears had germinated and were growing. Continue reading “The Way of the Universe “