Tomorrow will be Too Late

 CORN!!  It's NOW or NEVER! 

Though it might sound corny, Reader Dear...TOMORROW will be TOO LATE!

As the HM declared, "It's got to be today! Tomorrow, I can't pick the corn; and, anyway, tomorrow it will be too late! The corn is starting to get old."

Naturally, I dropped everything on my schedule and did the corniest activity around.  I blanched ears of corn (for the uninitiated, Dear Reader [just in case you happen to be one], "blanching" entails putting the ears of corn into a pot of boiling water and boiling for about six minutes (opinions vary on length of time); that's followed by plunging the ears into icy-cold water]).  Then, I cut the kernels of corn off the cobs of corn, and I froze those kernels in bags labeled, "Corn, about ___ ears, August, 2021" 

It took all of my morning hours to accomplish this feat.

But, you see, otherwise, the HM and I, we wouldn't now  have a total of "about 36 ears" of corn to add to the stash that is already in the freezer.  We can possibly withdraw a portion on a miserable, chilly, late-fall evening, and cook it into a sunshine-yellow-gold dish that tastes like a gloriously warm, yellow-gold summery day!

Between you and me, Dear Reader, I'm so happy  I managed to get to the task in a timely manner!*

*Before it was, you know, TOO LATE!

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WOW!

 It's no longer the Fourth of July (anywhere in the world, to my knowledge,  where calendars are being used), but I'm back to this blog in time to show you some nearly-current fireworks, Viewer Dear!  

It was apparently party time at the neighbors' place down the road.  Just briefly out on the balcony after dark last night, I was suddenly treated to a burst of fireworks.  I stayed to watch, and the display lasted nearly fifteen minutes!  As pleasing to me as the (manufactured) light in the sky, was the throng of appreciative guests of the neighbors, whose shouts of delight I could clearly hear between each episodic explosion.

I wowed out loud at least once, Viewer Dear.

And, now, I pass along the opportunity to you (though, obviously, each step removed from the actual experience is likely to elicit less of a Wow! [possibly even,  [though I cringe to imagine] a [yawn] So what?!).