We had fresh corn from my corn patch this Thursday. It was good.
The corn plants didn’t produce as much corn as they could have because I didn’t mulch them as early as I should have. But I’m happy that I got anything.
Fresh corn tastes really good.
And I can always promise to do better next time.
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