Whoa.

Today was a good day. Each day when I return home from work, my son is waiting for me (with mom) for his daily tour. We talk and walk around the garden. We check out the blue bird house, we scout the cover crop, monitor the apples then swing around the corn field. This is the fun part. I stand him on the ground and he looks at the corn. Normally he looks down, but with each passing day he looks down a little less. For a few days he looked ahead. Then he started looking up. Today was the first time he looked way up. Although he cannot talk, his eyes said WHOA. The corn looks good and hopefully I can raise a son as well as I can raise sweet corn.