The one thing I love about later summer (besides meaning it's closer to my birthday) is that we get to have fresh picked corn! It's even better when your friend (who's father owns a farm) picks it for you and leaves it for you to pick up right before dinner!
Bud got bored after 0.3 seconds and escaped before I could get a picture of him shucking so here are some pictures of Babe going to town. (She was surprisingly good at it. Where there is a will, there is a way.)
I was able to catch Bud after he begged dad to take him for a ride on the mower...
And Babe couldn't be left out of that fun either...
My husband needs prayers and good thoughts today (no, not prayers that one day his legs won't be whiter than his daughter's shirt). Please send good vibes his way. If the outcome is good I'll share why they were needed.