05/30/2026
π½ Seeing the corn pop up in a row is one of my favorite things every year.
Not because of the corn itself, but because it always makes me think of my grandpa. He was my best friend growing up, and some of my most treasured memories are the ones I made with him.
He happened to grow amazing sweet corn, and now sweet corn is my favorite thing to grow. Not because of the crop, but because it reminds me of him, the lessons he taught me, and the time we spent together.
Every spring, those little green shoots are a reminder that some of the people we love most never really leave usβthey stay with us in the things we do, the things we grow, and the memories we carry. ππ½