August 12, 2009 "T he raccoons have had their reunion."
That's what my sister Leona from Utah said last week when she came to spend time with me after I had knee surgery.
She had stayed in Iowa a couple of days longer than I had, and was able to update me on a situation. Dad—92, bless his heart!—had been raising a patch of sweet corn in hopes of getting it ripe in time for a meal at our reunion. But, alas, the reunion came and went, and the corn hadn't made it. "The day after you left," Leona told me, "Dad announced that the next day he would pick."
When he got to the garden patch, he saw that the coons had beat him to the draw.
"We still got 31 bags for the freezer," said Mom (87!) Somehow, I have to think the coons may have done her a favor. She says she's slowing down some—doing a little less canning and freezing—taking life easy. But I kind of thought that was a pretty good day's work.