The corn grew! We certainly didn't have a big harvest, but we did get corn.
Three whole cobs. Well, it gives us something to shoot for next year. They are also not the prettiest cobs, as the ants had started to rob us of the kernals by the time we decided to pick the cobs. Dada didn't like the corn - it was a little chewy - but mama liked it a lot because it tasted like the corn she used to eat in Zimbabwe.
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