the golden havest
There once a farmer in a distant country hill area, her name was Eliza. She had carried down the generations of her family’s farm, and the blood beat of the farm was always the same: corn. Eliza would walk between the rows in the spring, soaking in the sunshine that leached through her skin and filled her soul as she traced her finger through the floor, knowing it was a harvest that could change her family — her town — for good. Corn had been a staple crop for centuries, not only because of its hardiness but for its remarkable versatility. Eliza's seeds yielded so much more than animals and food for her family, it fed a community with food, materials and sustenance, that corn was gonna feed a village. Corn was more than food — it was the town’s lifeblood. By late fall, the dark, golden kernels would be harvested and sold at the local market. From there, they would go into countless products. Neighbors nearby flocked for Eliza’s famous cornmeal, which she turned into warm, hearty co...