I must be a dreaming – I drifted over to Brenda’s house just now because the laughter beckoned and the temperature barely touched 88 degrees: A cold wave in Mississippi terms. You can come outside without an oxygen tent.
I found Brenda and her sister, Ginger, with a couple hundred bushels of corn which they were cleaning and preparing for the freezer.
They do on Green Street, and apparently have a ball doing it. I thought I’d died and waked up in the last century.
I’m going to hang out with them a bit and try to recapture some of that agrarian domesticity. I thought it had gone the way of the dinosaur.
Of course, now they want me to help shuck and clean. I’m hiding out until they’re done then I will go back and get an ear or two for dinner.