Last week I was at the farm shucking Mandan Bride corn. Commonly known as Indian corn, it’s one of the organic crops that Jim and Peggy are growing.
We talked as we worked, of course, about life, writing, sailing the Maine coast, and about relationships. We sat in the warm sun shucking and sorting corn, feeling connected to the earth, and to the Native Americans who once sat together like this and shucked corn in the fall. Food, fellowship, and work. A moment of eternity on a September afternoon.