You guys, I have beanie babies!
I grimly soldiered on, as one does with a child when you've decided they're a hopeless case but you're still their mom, so...
|Even bad seeds deserve a chance, amiright?|
|If "Children of the Corn" took place in Manhattan.|
So Mother Nature gifted us with cooler, wetter weather over the last few weeks. And I noticed my bean plants were blossoming once more.
And then, one day...a miracle.
|As I said earlier, BEEEEAAAANNNNSSSS!|
I have beans. I have more beans each day, and the plants continue to produce blossoms. The largest beans are not quite an inch long, and most are smaller than that, but still.
I have so many beans.
Also, every time I think that, I start to sing David Bowie's "Time" in my head ("I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs...") and it gets stuck there all day. Wherever he is, I'd like to think he's OK with that.
Now that we're at the back door of summer, I'm hopeful that I'll have a decent crop of beans to harvest in a few weeks. I'm going to cook them with lemon butter and slivered almonds and maybe a hint of ginger. Nothing but the best for my babies. Whom I will then devour.
|The Circle of Bean.|
I'm so happy, Drunkards. Because beans.
Click on "Beans" under "Mostly What I'm Ranting About" if you've missed any of the saga. Then let me what's made you happy this summer.
I like happy stories.