I woke up last weekend to a little chill. Fall had arrived. Although I had planned a day to swim at the beach with my godson, Henry, we built a sand castle instead due to riptides and a lake that had turned decidedly cold. Later that day I picked up our CSA share and found two winter squash... that settled it. Fall was here.
Incidentally, what I did not photograph was the sweet corn. Not just sweet corn, but the best ever sweet corn. Even after living in Iowa, Cargill's sweet corn is just the all time best. I bought a dozen ears and ate six of them, sharing the rest with my family who'd been eating it all of August. I thought they were done picking corn last week, so when we pulled up and saw a pile of it for sale I squealed with delight. I travelled so much this summer that this was my first (and probably last) taste of sweet corn. I loved every single bite.