
Every time we would have corn on the cob from the garden, Brent had to comment on how nice the ears were. And since he's pretty much a professional corn grower these days it felt good to get his praise. He often continued "look at how straight and long the rows are. What do you attribute to your success? You must have had a good fertility regimen or phenomenal weed control practices." To which I snicker. All of the above I think to myself. "It must have been the manure I "spread" with the front end loader in deep clumps on our corn patch. I'm surprised it didn't burn the corn. Or what about that weed control when I went out 9 months pregnant to find my corn dwarfed by the two foot tall kochia and Russian thistle. I didn't even think twice, I armed myself with my weed sprayer full of Roundup and went to work." What corn wasn't killed by the above mentioned practices yielded such nice cobs, worthy of Brent's adoration.






























