It occurred to me as I slung my bag on my shoulder, dressed in long sleeves and long skirt to avoid the corn-leaf-scratch, that I was gleaning, like Ruth from the Bible. And I reflected on that, happily, through the long day of picking, hauling, blanching, cutting, bagging, and cleaning up. I wondered if I also have something to share with someone, something for her to glean, even though I'm not a farmer with fields or even a garden. The concept of gleaning seems to express Jesus pretty well, I think.
And guess what? My friend's name is Naomi. . .the name of biblical Ruth's mother-in-law. My husband is not named Boaz, just in case your mind went there.
Draining, after the plunge in icy water. I've been stockpiling ice for a few weeks, getting ready for corn day.
Total yield: 55 cups (divided into 1.5, 2, and 3 cup containers)
I did have to make a 30 mile round trip to pick the corn. Cost at $.50/mile, the 2010 federal reimbursement rate, was $15. . . compare that to the going price for bulk corn $3/dozen, so $24, so yes, it was still cheaper to glean.