More Beans

Green (and purple) beans are one of those gifts that just keep on giving.

And giving…

And giving.

I told Seppi we needed to pick beans, and he literally sprinted to the garden with excitement. “Daddy! Let’s have a pick race!”

Five minutes later: “Daddy, I’m going to let you win.”

All the little kids like to pick the narrow space in between the two bean trellises, but they are not anywhere near tall enough to reach to the top, so sometimes Daddy has to squeeze down the middle.

40 minutes of picking, two 10-gallon buckets of beans.

You can see the canellini’s just beyond the nasturtiums, starting to turn yellow. The water is turned off to them so they should be yellowing and drying out in the next few weeks here. We will need to keep an eye on them, and get them cut and dried before the fall rain starts.

Also, here is the tomato Father Lou gave us. It is mostly alive, and has blossoms on it. Mid August and we have not harvested a single tomato.

Once we got home, the snipping and snapping began.

It has now become traditional for us to listen to a radio drama from Saints Alive while we snip beans. Since this was August 14, we listened to a two-part show about St. Maximillian Kolbe.

And pressure canned 21 quarts of beans.

If anyone wants to pick beans, let us know. There’s more where that came from.