I got the corn. Two ears. Two beautiful end of summer ears from my guy Don over at Oeshlangers Farm. I stopped in at lunchtime, and he was picking ears for his and his fathers lunch. His farmstand wheelbarrow (where he puts the corn out for sale) had only two ears left and they were kind of straggly looking. I saw Don out by the corn rows and so I walked over to him and we caught up, and he picked two fresh ears for me. I'm going to stop back later this afternoon for two bouquets of zinnias as he didn't have a chance to cut any this morning.

Hunt is over. Summer is at an end.