High Temperature: 89F Low Temperature: 73F Sunrise: 6:14 am Sunset: 8:43 pm Humidity: 61% Wind: ssw 14 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
Where I come from (the old-timer that I am), the crop was on track if it was 'knee-high by the fourth of July." Ours is well past that now; about shoulder-high or taller, but it makes sense since we are farther south than the state of my birth. And unlike the cornfields of my childhood - fields that stretched beyond the horizon and hugged the road - we have a diminutive patch. We aren't feeding a nation.
Another summer staple missing here in Oklahoma, at least locally, is the roadside stands that families would put up in front of their farmhouses. Ears of corn, still smelling of just-pulled greenness and dappled with drops of water, lay stacked high onto rough tables, silky tassles all facing one way. There might be someone attending the stand, there might not be - and if not, some brown paper bags and a metal box to leave your money (25-cents per ear) were nearby. A quick, sharp pull on the thick layer of husk revealed the butter-colored kernels underneath. Were they firm? Nicely developed? Any sign of insects? In it goes into the paper bag, just eleven more to choose.
Every summer we get a few dozen ears of "sweet" corn from a friend, and maybe it's the exalted and faulty burnish that some memories attain over time, but it just doesn't taste as sweet as the ears we had back then. Anyway, we will see how our little corn patch does over the next few weeks. With luck, the kernels will taste of the sweetness of childhood.