Corn has been KING near my grandparents' farm since I was a child. Perhaps (gasp) even before that. But in the age of ethanol and high-fructose corn syrup and corporate farming and corn subsidies and sugar tariffs and a myriad of other modern developments that may eventually lead to our downfall, corn is now higher than any elephant's eye and is everywhere. Regardless of how one may feel about genetic engineering and the decline of the family farm, even our youngest family member is noticing that something peculiar is happening in America's heartland.
I made this little video while out for a drive with my grandparents last month. My brother quietly drove, my grandfather told him where to turn, sometimes without words and only the point of a thumb, and my grandmother gripped Sammy's delicious thighs and kissed his chubby cheeks with the silence of a cat tracking a mouse.
Sam, as you can see, does not subscribe to the virtue of a peaceful Sunday drive.
And for that, and so much else, I am truly grateful.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
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corn corn!
Have to tell you, I turned this on while Connor was off playing in the room behind me, and he came running over yelling, "Lookit mama! Sammy right der!" (over and over and over again)
Thank goodness for the C sound replacing P.
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