On corn and in-laws
Here's an update on my backyard corn crop.
As I wrote last month, I am giving corn a try in my garden. I thought it was going well, but when I showed the plants to my father-in-law in late June, he pronounced them anemic and said they wouldn't amount to anything without chemical fertilizers.
Since then, I've lavished an entire $12 jug of compost "tea" on the plants. I've shelled out another $12 for an even fouler-smelling fish fertilizer called "Neptune's Harvest."
I even dug up one straggler, put the skin from my rockfish dinner beneath the roots, and replanted it. (Isn't that how Squanto helped the Pilgrims show up their in-law naysayers?)
After several weeks of this special, stinky treatment, some of the stalks are taller than I am. (I'm only 5-foot-3, so maybe that's not saying much.) Other stalks are chest high. A few are just knee high. About half have sprouted ears. They're skinny-looking ears, but I think they're coming along. I like to think of them as svelte, not anemic.
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