If one eats one of each color, what color does your tongue become?
In the tiny town I live in, they are famous for sweet corn. A annual festival feeds anyone who wants to enjoy summers delight of sweet corn slathered in butter.Over one hundred volunteers showed up to husk enough corn to feed all who come to this yearly event. There were no rules or direction, one just joins a group, forms their own, or as in my case carries shucked ears to be washed and placed in a refrigerated truck.What a delight to be part of, cleaning three wagon loads of corn for the festival the next day. We assembled in the public safety parking and everyone was in good spirits.With only 3,600 residents, most everyone in town has been part of this at sometime in their lives.Cold drinks are provided, or many brought their own.
Bags of corn waiting to be shucked.
Even a princess joined in.
The two hardest workers, at least we thought so.
This is the farm I brag about so much. We are having a back to school bonfire and camping in the woods this weekend. Come and join in the fun.