It’s true:  it is officially time to plant corn.

The oak leaves are as big as a squirrel’s ear.

My mother-in-law checked yesterday.

Well, she checked the oak leaves.

I don’t think she actually caught a squirrel and held it up for comparison.

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Regarding pictures:   I’ve had a couple comments that the pcitures in my post last night are not displaying.  The quilt picture wasn’t working properly when I clicked on it, but I’ve fixed that.  All of the others show up just fine for me, so I don’t know what’s going on.  If I figure it out, I’ll let you know.

TTFN-

Suzanne

Corn-Planting

THE earth is awake and the birds have come,
There is life in the beat of the breeze,
And the basswood tops are alive with the hum
And the flash of the hungry bees;
The frogs in the swale in concert croak,
And the glow of the spring is here,
When the bursting leaves on the rough old oak
Are as big as a red squirrel’s ear.

From the ridge-pole dry the corn we pluck,
Ears ripe and yellow and sound,
That were saved apart with the red for luck,
The best that the huskers found;
We will shell them now, for the Indian folk
Say, ‘Plant your corn without fear
When the bursting leaves on the rough old oak
Are as big as a red squirrel’s ear.’

No crow will pull and no frost will blight,
Nor grub cut the tender sprout,
No rust will burn and no leaves turn white,
But the stalks will be tall and stout;
And never a weed will have power to choke,
Or blasting wind to sear,
The corn that we plant when the leaves of the oak
Are as big as a red squirrel’s ear.

–Peter McArthur