Once uopn a time my husband and I went to the store.  When we left our corn was tall and happy:

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While we were gone there was a pocket thunderstorm and when we returned to the homestead, we found this had happened:

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My husband had a very uncharacteristic explosion of heart felt profanities and I took the groceries inside while he surveyed the damage/cried a little.

The prognosis was not good.  Most of our six foot corn was broken or ripped out of the ground completely.

There is an old joke about the weather in New England.  “If you don’t like it, wait ten minutes.”  As you can see here- an hour or two later and it was sunny as can be.  But that night the thunderstorms came back and stayed for the weekend, just like most visitors to Maine.

By the end of the maelstrom it was clear that the corn would not recover.

Before you go getting too sad for him, remember he planted 3 mere beds of corn two weeks ago plus our Jewel corn in the circle garden is, at this point, undamaged and doing great.

(Knock on wood.)

All the same, this travesty would not stand.  All the boys set to work ripping and hauling the stocks off to make “Mount. Compost!”  I was very impressed with the quality of their work.

Turns out, if you tell little boys to “rip all that and put it over there.”  Twenty minutes later you get this:

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I’m not going to lie, it was impressive.  In the beginning it involved lightsabers (as all things do) and by the end they were chanting “I’m a mondo dude!!”  while banging their chests after each ginormous arm load was successfully delivered and flung on to the top of the ever-growing pile.

It was a sight to see!

Since my help was so obviously not needed (and after being told, by a not quite six year old, that the corn I was carrying was “from the pile I was moving!”) I went inside and constructed a wicked rural rainbow chandelier to make the dirty dishes prettier in the morning.

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The following day they got planting.  Depending on the frost this year there should be just enough time for a harvest- but we will see.

Only time will tell.

All I know is that the chance of rainbows in the morning just increased by “infinity!”

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