When I step out of the house and my glasses fog over it’s too &%$#@ hot and humid.
When the only time I care to venture out of my air conditioned comfort zone is to do my required yard chores or go to the grocery store, then I want to blame somebody. I could stand there and shake my sweaty fist at the heavens but my faith is already on shaky enough ground that I don’t need to further anger the Almighty. So, I called up Brian Karstens who is not only a Keloland meteorologist but an agri-scientist too. He has confirmed my suspicions that this excessive summer-fun-robbing humidity is the FARMER’S fault!
Okay, okay…those weren’t Brian’s exact words but he did say that all the corn being grown these days does contribute to higher humidity’s. He says corn, especially during the tasseling period is working so hard to create ears that it’s sending a lot of water vapor into the atmosphere. “The corn is SWEATING?” I asked. “Yup, that’s one way of putting it and because there is so much more corn in the area, dew points rise and the chance of storms increases.” But, Brian says, nobody’s quite figured out yet exactly how MUCH difference it makes. “So when the corn is all tasseled out the humidity will go down and my golf game will get better?” I asked. “Ah..yes..and no,” he said.
Well, the corn must have taken a rest last Sunday because it was one of those rare summer days you dream about; low 80’s and breathable air. We called up our friends, Denny and Joanie, and went for a ride in the convertible.
In the ten years since Don South and his wife, Susie, created Strawbale Winery just north of Sioux Falls, he’s been after me to come check it out. We decided to do just that on Sunday. It was a great choice..long overdue. I brought my camera along.
For more information on coming events at Strawbale Winery and directions on how to get there click on the following website: http://www.strawbalewinery.com/
Just a couple more thoughts about corn: I’m still waiting to sample this year’s batch of locally grown sweet corn; late because of all the spring rain. I’d put up with all the humidity they emit in the field just to sit at a table containing a platter of freshly picked and boiled ears..plenty of butter and salt..then feasting my way to paradise on those tender, sweet creamy kernels of golden goodness.
I love the way fellow sweet corn aficionado, Garrison Keillor, describes it in verse:
O that fresh sweet corn that the Lord sent down
So we know how heaven will be,
No grief, no tears, just the young golden ears
Plenty for you and for me.
Though the road be hard and deep is the night
And the future we cannot see
Take my hand, dear Lord, and I’ll be all right
If you’ll save a few ears for me.