Timing, I like to say, is everything.
During my morning rounds, I’d mentioned to mom that I should put together some kind of bracing for the corn, to keep it upright as it started to bear. I’d not noticed any tiny ears forming as yet on that morning, but the time was approaching.
I put that task on my list, then headed off for the rest of my rounds and all the other assorted things that already populated that list.
I suppose I should have moved it up the list a little.
Yes, that is my lovely corn, blown down by a fairly severe storm that rolled through. I was of two minds about saving it: on one hand, we were about a month away from actual corn. On another – well, would it be too damaged to stand, or something that couldn’t be replanted, and how much of my time would it take to try to recover it instead of replanting it?
What fool tries to save blowdown corn? One who sees this when they’re looking over the damage.
Closer inspection done while I was crawling through the frames showed quite a number of tiny ears forming. The decision at that point became a simple one: figure out a way to save it, if at all possible.
Besides, there were others who needed their homes.