Maize runner

Denise hates to see things go to waste. It's all part and parcel of our children-of-Depression-Era-parents-incipient-hoarder personalities. So last November, when she saw an ear of corn in the wastebasket at church, she had to rescue it.

In her defense, it was a pretty gorgeous ear of corn--look up glass gem corn, and you'll see what I mean. It'd been part of a Thanksgiving display, dismantled for Advent, and she decided to plant the kernels in spring and see what came up.

She got a nice row of plants along the back fence, all but two of which stayed upright, and most of which provided one or two little ears of corn, bit over a dozen in total. Not nearly as varied and translucent as the original, but still quite lovely.

And then there's this ear.



We decided to hang them up in the spare bathroom to dry. In retrospect, this may have been a mistake.

Right now she's out back, cutting up leaves and husks to soak down and make paper pulp. The purple-black husks from the "Oooh!" ear will be kept separate, soaked and pounded into paper, and the reddish black tassels saved as well.

Sadderday

Well, crumbs. Just got an email:

Due to the poor air quality that is predicted to last for a couple more days, the Saturday Market on September 19th is canceled.

And me having just finished restocking the van.

Scammers gonna scam

 Just got another one of those emails.  I want to give them the benefit of the doubt; not everyone has perfect grammar, after all. This one, though. The subject line was "Urgent Order." There were several indefinite articles missing (a's or an's). And he misspelled his own (purported) name. The last name, as appearing in the email handle and address, began with a "Cs." (It's common in some Hungarian names.)

He introduced himself in the letter as "Joseph Sc[rest-of-name]."

I'd have given that one, anyone can make a typo, but he signed the email "Joseph S."

Yeah, not gonna answer that one.