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Our mini field of dreams.
My husband didn't grow up in a family that got their hands dirty.
Unless it was counting their money.
So when I moved in and reclaimed some of this property to grow flowers and food without an expert to guide me he was fascinated.
His parents had a skilled gardener who kept the landscaping. He wasn't really seen but did amazing things like intertwined apple trees on the fences and ever blooming displays.
Every year I plant corn from seed and place the planter where he can see it through the windows.
Corn is his favorite crop.
I think he literally loves to watch it grow.
He tells me that we harvested thirty one ears last year. We might surpass our record if all goes well.
Simple pleasures.