Where I Stand Sunday

The planter sows the seed
the earth opens wide..
it nurtures
it keeps
it welcomes the sun and rain.
Patiently, the harvester watches
as the crop evolves.

This is the sweet corn patch, we have been watching and praying for every day, for the last 59 days. The rain the other night laid some of it flat in the center of the field. Hubster is making a plan to go into it and prop it back up. It is truly a labor of love. Compared to last year's crop, this one is a big success so far. Notice we have wire strung, high and low. The low stuff has an electrical current running through it. Today I got to (I mean "too" - can't believe I mispelled it) close and found out how much of a zap it has. Wow. But...it has kept the critters from getting into it and devouring it to nothing, like last year. This field is out of our sight, it's around the trees, so we can't babysit it. I am amazed at how things grow here. You can almost hear it grow. Here are a few more photos of our beloved cornfield. The beercans have coins in them that rattle when the wind blows...did I say wind blow? Ha. Try gale, most of the time. I knew there was a reason we were drinking all this beer!

and lastly - the pond, whose level goes up and down with the rain. Right now it is just below the 3 foot mark. The (poisonous) tiny toads are approaching our house and dog enclosure at a high rate of speed...Herman tries to eat one daily. Hope he makes it through the rest of the summer.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell. If you would like to also post this subject, please let me know. There are several of us (see my sidebar) and we would love to add your blog to our list.