It’s a Great Day: It’s a great day out here in farm country. I looked out the window this morning and could see the corn coming up--popping up in rows, as the old song says. That's...

jaymatt Loc: Alexandria, Indiana

It’s a great day out here in farm country. I looked out the window this morning and could see the corn coming up--popping up in rows, as the old song says.
That's always a sweet sight for this old farmer.

thumpercat2

I'm not a farmer but I love to see the green corn plants all in a row in the fields near my house. Can't wait until the fresh corn goes on sale, the real taste of summer.

jaymatt Loc: Alexandria, Indiana

thumpercat2 wrote:

I'm not a farmer but I love to see the green corn plants all in a row in the fields near my house. Can't wait until the fresh corn goes on sale, the real taste of summer.

kpmac Loc: Ragley, La

Amen, John. And the smell of the soil is wonderful, too.

usnret Loc: Woodhull Il

jaymatt wrote:

It’s a great day out here in farm country. I looked out the window this morning and could see the corn coming up--popping up in rows, as the old song says.
That's always a sweet sight for this old farmer.

I grew up on a farm in north central Illinois back in the sixties and early seventies. Did you ever have to walk down the rows of corn and beans to hoe out the weeds? I will never forget the hot July summer day when a barnstormer landed his bi-wing in our alfalfa field while were bailing hay and dad gave him $10 dollars to give me and my brother the ride of our lives. Most likely the reason I fly a puddle jumper to this day. Wish I had a dollar for every hot dusty mile I spent in the drivers seat of our ole John Deere's.

jaymatt Loc: Alexandria, Indiana

usnret wrote:

I grew up on a farm in north central Illinois back... (show quote)

Did I? Oh, yes.

jaymatt Loc: Alexandria, Indiana

kpmac wrote:

Amen, John. And the smell of the soil is wonderful, too.

That’s probably my favorite smell.

yssirk123 Loc: New Jersey

dennis2146 Loc: Eastern Idaho

jaymatt wrote:

It’s a great day out here in farm country. I looked out the window this morning and could see the corn coming up--popping up in rows, as the old song says.
That's always a sweet sight for this old farmer.

I can only hope your prosperity continues to grow and adds to the wealth of this great country.

Dennis

StanMac Loc: Tennessee

The local Food Lion had half a pickup load of bi-color corn for 5 ears for a dollar yesterday. I don’t know where it was from, but I haven’t seen any corn fields around my area of Tennessee with corn ready for harvest. But as I filled a bag with 10 of those sweet treats I wondered how anyone (farmer and retailer) could make any profit at 20 cents an ear no matter where it came from. I would have happily paid a $1 per ear for the first fresh corn of the season.

Stan

dpfoto Loc: Cape Coral, FL

I've never lived on a farm in all my 82 years. I'm very appreciative and grateful for all the farmers. If I plant anything, it will just die since I have no knowledge of farming. I do enjoy joking with people though...

I have a brother-in-law who claims to be a farmer (He has someone else do the actual farming since he isn't a real farmer himself). He and his wife were visiting us a few years ago. We out in the back yard when he asked, "What kind of tree is that?"
I replied, "Wood".

Another time he asked, "What kind of soil do you have down here?"
I replied, "Dirt".

hassighedgehog Loc: Corona, CA

You can make frozen corn taste almost as good as fresh by microwaving it just until hot. Best with butter.

jaymatt Loc: Alexandria, Indiana

hassighedgehog wrote:

You can make frozen corn taste almost as good as fresh by microwaving it just until hot. Best with butter.

The key word: almost.

Thanks for taking a look.

oregon don

I felt the same way when I got back to Iowa from a year in Korea, all the rows were sprouting.

neco Loc: Western Colorado Mountains

jaymatt wrote:

It’s a great day out here in farm country. I looked out the window this morning and could see the corn coming up--popping up in rows, as the old song says.
That's always a sweet sight for this old farmer.

...but, are the rows straight? My Nebraska farmer friends always worry about that.