The corn was ready last week and my schedule meant picking it at dawn this weekend. For a small garden, we had quite a lot for the freezer. We were under a fog warning but Flatwoods sits on a plateau so the drive isn\’t difficult nor long. Pictured above is my father on his way to help in the garden, the dew was very heavy and he donned his galoshes. I\’ve written about this before, he lives on the remnant edge of the farm on which he was born and raised. In his youth, the farm was nearly self-supporting and the corn and hay fields were quite large. Now, it has come down to these two small gardens, his is on the left and we have the right one. It was a strange garden year, too wet to plant it and then it was so dry that our beans went sort of dormant and are just now blooming.