Sunday, June 22, 2008
I lived in Illinois for four years and I am fairly certain that the closest I got to an actual corn plant was helping to set up the 'Children of the Corn' room in the theatre department's annual haunted house one year. I remember driving to work every day in the summer of 1995 past acre after acre of corn and you could practically watch it growing if you were stopped at a stoplight. There's a lot in the news about corn right now and most of it isn't very optimistic.
I think it's pretty.