That's just corn!

My grandma used to hate swearing, so she'd use names of vegetables as epithets. Things weren't bullshit; they were corn. I struggled to keep a straight face whenever she was angry because I just could not take her seriously.

We've been talking about doing the corn maze for ages. The last time I did it was maybe four years ago or so. It's Saturday, we had nothing better to do and it's supposed to rain tomorrow so why not get lost in a corn field?



Dumb picture.



Not-so-dumb picture.



A sea of corn.

I'm not very verbose today, but that's alright. No one reads this thing on the weekends anyways.