The proverb tells us to plant corn when the leaves of the oak trees are the size of squirrels’ ears. We don’t have a lot of squirrels on Nantucket but I’m guessing this is about right:
A scrub oak in our yard.
A favorite trick of my childhood was holding up a buttercup under someone’s chin
to ‘see if they liked butter’:
The buttercups are ready for another summer of predictions. And yes, I do like butter.