Corn was perhaps the greatest memory of my childhood. We lived on 30 acres and most of it was covered in corn.
Corn determined whether we were going to have a good financial year or a bad one. Corn was where we chased each other. The movement of the corn let us know if bad weather was coming. We helped Mom pickle baby corn. I was also beat up by my siblings and left for dead in the cornfield. "Lovingly", they would argue. The pesticides from the cornfield are what killed our horse after she had a miscarriage. The theory that Mom's cancer also came from it, is possible.
More than anything, Mom taught us great lessons through gardening and the business of Corn. My brother and I sold a ton of sweetcorn to buy the things we wanted. I have a million memories from that!
Corn is woven into my spirit both good and bad.
I now live in the country surrounded by corn once again. I have learned to drink spring water instead.
Since living here, we have made so many crafts and revisited a childhood daily. The corn dolls in the Green video had to be there. They are the spirits of the carnival and they have a good and bad history.
In each of our hearts, she is sharing the same blood. In each of our memories, she has implanted lessons, ethics and love. In the pit of our stomachs, she has grafted an instinct which protects us when we listen to it.
I absolutely do have a Mother on Mother's Day. I feel more fortunate than most and very proud to say what I currently have with her surpasses the physical realm.
Love you so much, Mom!