Because 2 days is never enough.

A tree grows in Brooklyn — and now corn does too. I came upon stalks of wild corn as I walked through the intersection of President (my street) and 6th Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I’m obviously not the only person to notice the two dozen tall stalks. A short article even appeared in the New York Times, which unraveled the mystery of who planted the city corn and why.

The little cornfield is the work of Donnaldson Brown, a 48-year-old trusts and estates lawyer, screenwriter, fiction writer and mother of a 12-year-old son, who planted the seeds in May, fully aware that if they survived, the result would be comedically off-scale for the urban setting.

“It was to subvert expectations,” Ms. Brown, who spent part of her childhood on family farms in Maryland and Texas, said as the cornstalks swayed outside her window, “to put something out of context.”

As people pass on the street, grocery bags in hand, cellphones pressed to their ears, they crane their necks to look up at the stalks, as if Shoeless Joe Jackson might come swaggering out. The cornfield has also become a point of orientation. “We’re a block down from the corn,” a resident will say. “You can’t miss it.”

It reminded me of the recent New Yorker article in which Adam Gopnik prepares a meal from ingredients that are local to New York City. (Foraging in Central Park anyone?) You just never know where food is going to crop up.