Listen to the Corn Grow
an acre of land near Livermore, California, my husband, Dave, would till the garden each spring so I could plant seeds and tomato seedlings. We usually had carrots and radishes, and one year, cucumbers for pickling. Often there were long, close rows of corn.
The seeds were planted sometime in May, and by late July we were harvesting our own delicious fresh corn. The seed packet said “70 days to harvest.” Considering that corn stalks grow more than 6 feet tall before the ears mature and the silk sets, they have to grow more than an inch a day.
We enjoyed sitting outside later in the day. Even days that were 100 degrees or more would typically have a cooling breeze starting about 4 p.m.
Our garden grew noticeably, especially the corn. We could see the difference as we sat there, visually measuring a stalk against something in the background. It could grow an inch or two before we went back inside.
And yes, we could even hear it grow, with an occasional snap or pop coming from the garden’s direction when there was nothing else to break the quiet.
WHEN WE LIVED ON JOAN SISSON