Going for the Gold

Golden corn that is.  I had some lovely fresh corn from the Amish farmstand for dinner last night and I always leave kernels on the cob for Winslow's breakfast. He adores corn on the cob; it is such a summer treat for both of us.  John worked a full two hours yesterday. I kept checking on him every twenty minutes to be sure he was okay, but he said he felt fine and wanted to carry on.  He did a great job cutting things back in the door yard and will be back next week to continue.  It is so good to see him so well.  What a relief.