Internet drawing showing how to draw corn. Doesn’t look like corn to me.
When I was growing up, I remember seeing drawings of stalks of corn having many ears going up and down the stalk.
Ears are just starting to fill.
We usually see one to two good ears on a stalk. Many stalks just have one ear.
Bob gets close to the corn growing on our farm. He sees up to two ears of field corn on a stalk.
Too many of my non-farm friends think corn produces 6 good ears per stalk. They are surprised when they grow some corn in their garden and don’t get as many as they expected.
I have been trying to learn German online. I use the free website Duolingo.com. If a person doesn’t want advertisements a student can pay for them to be removed, but I’m too cheap and go for the lessons that are completely free.
I work at duolingo.com from my laptop and cellphone.
There are many more languages on the Duolingo website than German. Here’s the list I gleaned from Wikipedia.
This is the perfect learning opportunity for me. German words don’t exactly stick in my memory, but I can review a lesson over and over and over again. No one is judging my progress. I keep going because I want to.
I’ve heard that learning a new language is a good way of keeping your mind sharp as you age. I also know if anyone speaks German to me they will have to do it very slowly, one word at a time, or I won’t understand them.
It’s a great opportunity and it’s FREE! Give it a try. You have many choices.
Rebecca came by today and offered to drive me to Art Street in Green Bay. Though my sciatica was bothering me, I decided to go for the outing.
We had to park on the 6th level of the parking garage. The elevator was busy with all the people going up and down, I decided to walk down, and then we walked around Art Street. I hadn’t been there in years. It was so much fun.
As we prepared to head home, Rebecca decided to get cheese from a vendor at the farmer’s market (two events makes a HUGE crowd). She said to stand in line for the elevator and she would catch up after getting the cheese.
Well, I stood in line and stood in line. Eventually, I started the climb up, as did a group of other ladies waiting for the elevator.
I took my time, one step at a time. Since I was slow, I stood aside when others needed to me.
Rebecca caught up to me when I reached the third floor–halfway home.
Eventually, I paused and took a photo out a window.
This is from the parking garage fifth-floor landing. It’s of the Farmer’s Market, but looks very much like Art Street from this height.
I made it to the car without a problem, but I think I’ve had enough exercise for today. Time to sit and catch up on some reading.
It was Farmer’s Market Tuesday again today–only two more left for our season. It rained when we were setting up so didn’t hall out everything. First set up one table, but left books in the car. Eventually, the rain stopped and we brought out my books for sale.
No more rain came, but a cold breeze buffeted our canopy. Bob and I put on sweatshirts.
I debated about using the port-o-potty but finally had to give in.
I know this one is well kept up, so didn’t worry about the smell. What I did worry about was dropping something down into the blue mixture below.
I took off my sunglasses and glasses. I took my keys, my purse, my phone and gave them to Bob along with any change in my pocket. My jacket I left behind. I wasn’t taking any chances.
Nothing was dropped and soon I was back at our booth reloading my pockets. Port-o-potties have their uses, but I always make mine a quick stop.
