When the heat and humidity marry on a hot July summer’s night, they say you can hear corn grow in the fields. While I’ve never tested this theory myself, I believe it to be true. I’ve said goodnight to a garden of sweetcorn and popcorn, only to wake and find it has stretched higher under the moon’s watch.
Yes, corn does its best maturing in the dog days of summer.
It’s a charming thought, of corn growing while we sleep. The ticking and cracking of living stalks increasing vastly in size, like a videographer fast forwarding through spring shots of flowers coming to full bloom; months of work put into ten seconds of impression.
I imagine on a calm, July night, we just might stay awake long enough to hear the corn grow.