Growing. On the drive home last night we pulled off to grab an ear of corn – and learned quickly that it was feed corn, not sweet corn. (Thats what we get for attempting to steal produce). And I shouldve known better – growing up in southern rural Illinois, my five siblings and I were sandwiched in between cornfields & soy. After the neighbor harvested, dad would throw us all in the back of the pickup to go gleaning. (Picking up the scrap corn that the combines left behind).Wed get enough to feed the horses for a season (it was also the only solution when you had a pasture-less winter ahead, and feed grain prices were unaffordable)..Growing up surrounded by fields taught us work ethic, resilience and a freedom you cant teach a kid as easily in the city. Charlie is already 9 and sprouting up mostly in Chicago for school – so she hasnt had as many of those learning opportunities . But now, with this pandemic, thats been changing. .Hopefully a decade from now when shes off to college the saying my aunt loved will ring as true for her as it did for me: You can take the girl out of the country, but you cant take the country out of the girl. If you also grew up in the sticks, – you know that cornfields will keep you grounded no matter how far you stray. (Just always keep an eye out for ticks) 4th pic: old shot of Charlie at one of our fav stops on the route from Chicago to camp: fourth generation Thompson Pick-Your-Own” strawberry farm with rotating crops (sunflowers are in season now).6th pic: Charlie walking the fields with one of our Chicago friends @nicolemarietoalson neighboring farms @bullagnes Since we bought camp, nearly a dozen city friends with kids have also found second homes (and lives) up here. We are all starting to see that these fields around here grow so much more than corn.