Shucking corn

 

Some things are just better done outside. On the farm, the kids would shuck piles of corn out in the yard, and sometimes a big boiled platter was all we had for supper. But no one complained when sweet corn was in season.

The neighborhood was quiet this weekend, our power-tool-loving neighbors away. Going into the morning clouds and afternoon sun weather pattern, not especially warm, but typical of June. The grass is already turning brown. 

I made a big barbecue dinner last night so John has leftovers. He likes his corn cold anyway, without butter or salt. Go figure.  

 Getting an early start to Twisp this morning, and not expecting too much company going east. The big traffic rush will be headed back to the coastal cities later this afternoon.