Roy's mother cooked the best okra. She breaded it in a seasoned cornmeal/flour mix, then fried it in bacon grease until the stickiness was gone. When the family came over she would cook great bowls of it and we would eat until our stomachs hurt. It was that good.
It's no surprise then that Roy loves okra. As we became more enlightened we learned to like it steamed, but fried in bacon grease is still our favorite.
Roy has been planting a second crop of corn and some okra. As the plants came up, something was nipping them off right above the dirt. He declared war on the cutworms.
He cut strips of cardboard from cereal boxes and taped them into small circles. Then he tucked these collars around each seed as it sprouted.
These collars are only an inch or an inch and a half above soil level, but it's enough.
The baby okra is snuggled under the tomato cages and things are looking good. I don't know how he comes up with his ideas, but they work when it comes to gardening. I'm looking forward to having some fried okra in a month or so.