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The Beans of Hope

Today’s harvest haul from the garden...


...tomatoes, raspberries, carrots, beans and a couple of comedy cucumbers. I’m picking a good pound of tomatoes every day, and a bowl of Autumn raspberries, too, which have been coming into their own over the last two weeks, taking over almost seamlessly from the Summer canes. The carrots are coming to an end now, as are the cucumbers.

It’s the runner beans I am most pleased with, though! I planted the bean seeds back in April and they grew into lovely plants, which I then transplanted into the garden, only for them to be decimated by the Bastard Slugs, pretty much overnight. Fortunately, I had some Emergency Bean Plants in reserve in the newly built greenhouse and they stayed there until they took on triffid-like proportions and then I planted them out, and they got chomped by the Bastard Slugs, too, but to a lesser extent.

By then it was too late in the season to re-seed any more bean plants so I persevered with watering and willing Bean Batch the Second to survive. It wasn’t looking good. They were making all the effort of the Vicar of Dibley attempting to stand up from her chair after forcing down her third Christmas dinner. No runner beans for us this year. Ah well...

BUT....the Goddess of Runner Beans (probably called Zola) was out waving her magic wand at some point in August and, all of a sudden, the plants took off up their support canes like racing whippets. Within two weeks three beans were spied, and we’ve been picking a nice handful every other day since! This morning I gleaned two big handfuls and there are plenty more to come. Never did I think back in May that I would be contemplating putting a bag of home grown runner beans into the freezer. Never. 

The Beans of Hope then! Just goes to show you can’t second guess good old Mother Nature when it comes to fruit and veg growing. Just got to go with her flow, keep on keeping on and working with her, thinking happy thoughts, telling yourself it’ll be okay in the end, and what do you know? Hope wins out. 

(Perhaps we should apply this process to other areas of our lives, too? Spread some bean magic today!)

Comments

aileen g said…
Harvest home?(breaks into a rousing verse of "We plough the fields and scatter"). Referring back to your post about religion/atheism, I was brought up as a Catholic but "converted" to atheism many years ago but I still love many of the hymns and carols. For the last 3or4 years I seemed to have fallen out of love with my garden but felt a few stirrings to get back out there this year (till paving slab stopped play!). Have spent some time this week pulling up miles and miles of bindweed that comes from neighbouring garden. Apparently they love the pretty white flowers - and they have blocked of the botttom of the fence where the hedgehog used to wander back and forth. Grrrr!
Anonymous said…
Aileen, time to get rid of those neighbors me thinks! Blocking off a hedgehog highway is or should be a criminal offense!
KJ
Denise said…
Aileen, I still have fond affection for all the songs and hymns I learned in church, too. They are, to me, part of our history and culture. I’m glad you are heading back to your garden (paving slab foot permitting) - a couple of hours outside does wonders for the mind and spirit. I went out and spent a couple of hours’ weeding yesterday afternoon - until I got whiplashed by a particularly large and spiteful nettle. I relayed this to my Mum who said she thought that nettle stings were good for rheumatism. Which is all well and fine if one has rheumatism. Which I do not...just an armful of nettle rash.

We have weird by-laws in England, KJ. If you cut down overhanging branches from your neighbours’ trees you have to offer them back. I wonder, Aileen - shall you be offering the mountains of bindweed back to your neighbours???

aileen g said…
This gardening malarkey is a dangerous business isn't it, Denise? As for nettle stings - when I was about 8 I fell off my bike into a patch of nettles and got no sympathy from my dad as I wasn't supposed to go to the fields on my own. I hadn't been on my own - I had been with my older sister who went off with her firends and left me. As for the bindweed I might take up KJ's suggestion and strangle the neighbours with it (that is what you meant isn't it KJ?). Better be careful lifting the slabs again to bury the evidence under the patio! Have a good day.
Denise said…
I had a similar nettle patch/ bicycle episode when I was about 10, Aileen. I think that is where my loathing for nettles began. And yes, be careful lifting those paving slabs. Perhaps enrol an accomplice?? You know, a bit of muscle to do the lifting of the bodies....oops, I mean, heavy items?
Anonymous said…
A friend of mine had some neighbors once that had a rusty old clunk of a car in their yard. They were not working on it or anything. And she could see it every time she was in her backyard. She read somewhere that putting a mirror up facing the offending neighbors could change what ever it is you don’t like. And it actually worked!! Let’s at least go with that theory for now and I suggest you try this method first, Aileen, before you consider anything that is a criminal offense! Please do report back!

Denise; are there any bylaws protecting hedgehogs? I’m sure if you go back to 1354 you will find a still existing law that will work! UK indeed has some funny/ interesting laws. Always entertaining, especially because I won’t be affected by them.
KJ
Denise said…
Interesting idea about the mirror, KJ. I wish I had known that when I lived in my old house. Horrid neighbours there.

As for the hedgehogs - Schedule 6 of the Wildlife and Countryside Act (1981) makes it illegal to kill or capture hedgehogs, and the Wildlife Mammals Protection Act (1996) prohibits cruelty to them. Do you have a specific interest in hedgehogs? Sadly, they are in decline here, but there are lots of charities devoted to rescuing and protecting them.
Anonymous said…
No particular interest in them other than we keep making life difficult for them and a gazillion other animals we barely know exist and then we are making our own life a lot more difficult and there won’t be a chemical that can fix what ever it was we killed off with our ignorance. I’m not going the Buddhist way but let’s be sensible. Rant over.
K “ the environment warrior” J
Denise said…
You rant away, KJ. I’m a bit of an environmental warrior myself. Humans are so arrogant when it comes to what is fair and right on our planet.

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