Knee High on Tall Indians

When I was a kid, one of my Grampa's favorite expressions was "Knee high on tall indians". Well, I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Every day I commute 62 miles to work. One way. It leaves lots of time for reflection. I drive past acres and acres of blueberry bushes, after all, I do live in The Blueberry Capital of the WORLD - did you read that in your best Ringmaster voice? I hope so. After the blueberry bushes I drive through acres and acres of the beautiful Wharton State Forest, then comes the corn. Last week, it was just starting to poke through the ground, and I thought to myself "There is no way we are going to get fresh corn by the 4th of July!". Then it started growing ... and growing ... and growing ... it seems that every night, on my way home, the corn is taller than it was that morning! Some if it is waist-high on tall indians, and some of it is knee-high. That means that there will be corn all summer long!

The blueberries are getting fat and juicy. I can tell that the farmers are getting ready to pick because there is a new feature among the blueberries this week - porta-potties. When they start to deliver the Mr. Bobs you know the pickers are on their way! Next weekend is the Red White and Blueberry Festival. Guess where it is held? Right across the street from our condo complex!! Oh yeah! There will be blueberry pies, blueberry cobbler, blueberry buckle, blueberry slump, blueberry jam, blueberry syrup on blueberry pancakes, blueberry coffee cake, and fresh blueberries in cereal and on ice cream. And that's just at our house ...