Corn Picking

Today I went with my sister-in-law to pick corn in a field belonging to her family's friend. The owner came out to the field and kept expressing his desire to share, for us to take as much as we possibly wanted. I felt like Ruth. I imagined Boaz coming out to the field as the benevolent master of the field. Of course I am not Ruth, because although I also was blessed by this man's kindness, I will not be coming to the threshing floor! Oh, and Ruth's face probably didn't swell like a balloon. I am having an allergic reaction, my eyes are disappearing as my face expands around them. We did get a lot of corn, so it was worth it.