Corncobs and Cucumbers

Corncobs and cucumbers are what I fed my little flock of chickens this afternoon. (I have twelve again... at least for now.) "Corncobs and Cucumbers" could also be a book about my father who left us for heaven seven short years ago today.

When I was a little girl my dad grew an incredible garden. There were all kinds of vegetables and we learned to love everything he grew, except for perhaps turnips. They apparently weren't profitable because I only recall him growing them once. However, he never grew a garden without sweet corn and cucumbers. It seems like we ate buttered, salted sweet corn and sliced cucumbers every night during the summer.

Long after Dad stopped growing a garden, there continued to be corn on the cob for supper, because Dad loved it so much that he found a farm stand where he could stop on a regular basis, ensuring his continual corn consumption. And cucumbers? Oh, yes! There were almost always cucumbers too.

I think, perhaps, if I should ever publish a book in his honor, "Corncobs and Cucumbers" would be a great title.
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