It's been perfect bean-growing weather here in Baudelairistan. Meaning, lots of sun, lots of rain, and no pesky bean-chomping insects venturing up to the fourth floor to dine upon my sproutlings.
As a result, my five bean plants are growing like weeds, only better, because they're BEANS.
Five days ago in this very space, I posted this picture:
Here's what they look like right now:
Five days, people. We had several rounds of showers/storms yesterday, and I almost brought my pot o' garden inside because after the first few dousings, my beanie-babies were looking a bit waterlogged. I decided to leave them to the elements, because after all, if they were farm-raised beans they'd totally have to put up with whatever Mother Nature dished out, right?
Turned out to be a good call. As you can see, they've roughly doubled in size since last Wednesday. In fact, when I come around the corner of my apartment building, I can now see their little leafy heads poking up over the top of their container. In my world, that's almost as good as a friendly face greeting you when you get home.
|Nothing beats a happy Bean.|
Finally, war is hell and imperialism is stupid, but human lives are precious, and I salute the service members who gave theirs in the line of duty. May we always remember that your sacrifice is nobler than the conflict that claimed you.