Nope, it's not time to plant corn yet, but it is time to start, at least, thinking about planting whatever one is going to plant and getting some preparations done. My dad was a farmer . . true, blue, gritty and as hard working as they come. This is a very old corn planter that he used many "moons" ago, probably before I was born but at least when I was pretty darned little. My parents are both gone to their heavenly home, my dad living on this earth longer than my mom. When we were doing what we had to do with the farm and all the equipment and "stuff" on it, I told all my siblings I was loading up the corn planter and taking it home . . which was only about 1/2 mile up the road. I put down weed barrier material and a lot of locally "harvested" rocks and here it sits . . in my yard. A wonderful reminder of my heritage as a "farm kid" and of my dad . . the farmer.