|They look way too excited to be doing this.|
Most farms we hear about have someone come cut their maze. There are these people that just go around the Eastern Seaboard cutting corn mazes. I guess that would be awesome to have them come and cut out this super complicated maze for us, but it would also cost some money (and then what would I have to blog about?). Now, I can't claim to know how much since we've never had it done (probably not enough to warrant the hassel of doing it yourself), but whatever it is, it's more than what we want to spend. We like to keep our overhead lower so we don't have to charge as much. That means when the labor needs doing, most of the time it's The Husband and I doing it. Except cutting corn mazes has been put on the list of things I cannot do due to Sea Monkey (no complaint here. Not having to stand int he middle of a hot humid corn field while the Husband shouts directions to me in the most backwards way imaginable and I attempt to cross the double planted corn tall as my head almost without face planting sounds like an awesome idea to me, plus, when the giant horseflies come around who do they choose to harass? Me. Always. As soon as I hear them I go running and shrieking [see The Confession post] which is not a good idea due to my natural lack of coordination and the sea monkey making my already shaky equilibrium very dicey. I end up stumbling around either knocking down corn or tripping over six inch long corn stalks cut in a fashion that would have made Vlad the Impaler happy...but I digress) so Cousin Alvin volunteered to help (thanks again!). Charlie volunteered too Friday. Bless his heart he was drafted today.
|This was before the giant horsefly found me.|
Anyway I guess in the end it doesn't matter. It's cut and it's a lot more complicated so get ready to get thoroughly lost this year (even they got lost and had to refer to the map to get out, but I guess that could have been operator error). No ten or twenty minute run-through this year. When we started planning this thing I told The Husband I wanted it to take at least twice as long and I think we might have done it. Of course, I say that and some eight year old is going to barrel off the hayride and make it out in fifteen flat. But hey, effort's worth something right?