Every year at this time, I dream of corn on the cob . . . It sounds kind of silly I know, but it was always in early August when the corn would “come in” as we used to say. I still remember picking bushel after bushel of Silver Queen corn in both my parent’s … Continue reading “Reaping What We Sow” by Deacon Stephen Bowling
“Reaping What We Sow” by Deacon Stephen Bowling
