Yes, harvest leads to loose corn husks. The wicked Iowa wind whips these nuisance things through yards, under bushes and into crevasses that you didn't know existed. These dried up blankets for corn do not bother me much. They do however, make my stomach rumble. I think they should be captured and rolled up for tamales. Yummy!
While I can over look the blowing debris in our yard, Doug is a perfectionist and it drives him mad!
The wind had been howling and corn husks were on the loose. Doug would be home in a few days. I was fretting how I would dispose of them before his arrival. I tried mowing them. Which lead to neat rows of husks through out the yard. I thought about raking them. But really I am not that insane. Then Mother Nature helped me out. She snowed. Fluffy, glistening, corn husk hiding snow.
Doug arrived home to a beautiful yard of white. I just knew snowing so early in the season would mean lots more snow and cold. This was Iowa. I was up for a cold snow bound winter.
Mother Nature does have a sense of humor. She warmed up. Not just a little, but snow disappearing over night warm.
"What is all over the yard?" Doug wondered peering out the kitchen window.
"Ahh, well...," I stammered trying to jog my brain into an acceptable answer. "They harvested and the wind has been blowing and don't worry, they will all blow back in the field where they came from."
He just looked at me. I knew that look. We were about to go outside and dispose of the corn husks. Some how.
First he tried mowing them. Even though I mentioned many times, "Tried that. Doesn't work." Abandoning his mower, his brain began to churn again.
Doug high tailed it out to his shed. He trotted back with one of his favorite toys. His candy red blower. The plan was he would blow the husks into long piles. I would pick them up, dump them into the back of the Polaris, and off load them into the pit we had burned the day before.
Seemed to me I was doing all the manual labor.
Off we went on our corn husk disposing mission. I noticed after a couple trips to the burn pit, it was still smoldering. A few more trips and flames were shooting up. Me, being the nervous nellie around fire, I insisted Doug babysit it.
I actually had an ulterior motive. I didn't want anyone to see him blowing corn husks into line dancing rows. I really didn't want anyone to see me out there helping with his outrageous plan. So with Doug at the far end of the property, I could still pick up the offending husks and listen for vehicles. When my ears picked up the sound of an approaching car, I jumped in the Polaris and hid behind the potting shed. No one would be the wiser that I was helping in this futile plot.
This went on for what seemed like hours. Darkness came and I was released to the seclusion of the house. Needless to say, the corn husks continued to swirl around the yard oblivious to our efforts. I think next year I am going to trail the combine and collect corn husks then and there. The only thing Doug will have to complain about is the collection of husks in the garage. I will dry them out and make good use of them. Tamales anyone?
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