7 September 2011 § 12 Comments
My Welsh sun-deprived childhood means I am programmed to lap up every last ray of sunshine. I can’t help it, it’s in my genes. That is why this post is about corn. I may be late to the party, but that late summer corn tastes the best it has all year. The corn we bought from the Farmers’ Market was so sweet and juicy. It was good enough to eat raw.
Try as I might to kid myself that summer won’t end the reality is the sunflowers of the previous week have been replaced by the rich hues of chrysanthemums. « Read the rest of this entry »