When Ben was a kid in Nebraska, a local farmer would pay him the kids one nickel for every ear of corn picked off a field the combine had already harvested. The other evening we found ourselves out in the field next to the farm picking the missed ears.
We didn't pay nickels, but the boys just kept finding one ear after the next!
Grandma Schmidt was out there with us. She brought out the bucket, which was quickly filled.
Later we got a wheelbarrow and nearly filled that too.
And before we called it quits, we checked our pumpkins one more time and lo and behold they were ready!!
Six pumpkins so far and couple more on the vines still ripening. The pumpkins bring me a lot of excitement - there's something really, really satisfying about growing, harvesting, processing and then eating our own pumpkins. Yum!
Squirrel corn! We'll pay you a nickel an ear for some, for happy Illinoois squirrels.
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