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| Beans are back! |
While returning to the bean patch, a story comes to mind from earlier days. When we were first learning how to garden at the farm, it was often a surprise when something we planted actually grew! The farm was very primitive, with growing plots carved out of a wild area that had not been cultivated for decades. One of our origin stories is about the extension agent that we invited to the farm to advise us on best use of the land. He took one look at the tilted terrain, the copious rocks protruding from the soil, the masses of brambles and weeds dotting the proposed garden space, and he offered a single-word answer for the best land use: Recreation!
So of course we commenced to garden.
The first bean planting was rather ambitious and we were excited to see the many rows of emerging seedlings that eventually matured into little leafy bushes. And then one day we looked and realized: We've got beans! There was excitement and almost giddy laughter as we waded into our first big harvest - taking along a couple of farm visitors who didn't want to miss out on the apparent fun. We happily chatted as we started to pick. And pick. And pick. And as many of you know, the beans are not all evenly mature on each plant, so picking a large patch of beans means thousands of decisions - is this bean big enough? too big? too crooked to ever mature? It takes focus, as well as the ability to bend over for an extended time period.
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| Decisions |
It got quieter in the bean patch. The visitors peeled off, muttering, "That's enough of that!" And we learned our first lesson about market gardening. We weren't in a backyard garden anymore!
Fast forward a few decades. It's still quiet in the bean patch. But the crew, experienced in the ways of bean picking, comes with earbuds or headphones for a musical, podcast, or books-on-tape accompaniment to what they know will be a long stretch.
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| Sam with headphones, tuning in to Books on Tape to Pick Beans By (Watership Down) |
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| r. to l. - Sam in the "bean bend," Kenny in the "bean crouch," Cale in a "crouch-bend"! |
Those of us who are not wired for bean-picking spend our picking time ruminating on the meaning of beans in our society. More specifically, what is the origin of the idiom, "a hill of beans" as in the saying: "That doesn't amount to a hill of beans". Why has that come to depict something with little value? Why don't people think much of beans?
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| A dime plus a fifty cent piece for this bushel of beans! |
Well, times have changed and hopefully our crew (and our beans) do not feel undervalued! However, do you think it was mean that right after picking beans this week, we asked the crew to thin the next patch of beans! Yep, one more patch to go before frost takes the tender bean plants.
| The crew thinning the plants in the next patch on, literally, a hill of beans! |
Although Freya looks like she is walking on the row of bean plants, she is an impeccably trained dog 😂 and, this time, is only walking on the extra plants that have been pulled and discarded for being too close together. Smart doggo!














































