Anyone who has read Walden knows about Thoreau and his bean patch. He devoted an entire chapter to beans and wrote eloquently about his bean rows and how they attached him to the earth.
Not to be outdone by Henry David Thoreau, this year I devoted about a quarter of my large garden at Roshara to beans. Not snap beans, not pole beans, but navy beans or field beans as some call them. They grow until they ripen, then are harvested and threshed. I tried this a few years ago and they grew well. I planted a lot more this year. My new son-in-law to be is a cook and a darn good one. I have not told him yet, but I will have beans for him this fall. I hope lots of them. And I will encourage him to make baked beans with molasses and a little bacon. I can taste them now.
NOTE: Off to Colorado until the end of the May. Time for Ruth and me to check up on the Colorado grandkids.
THE OLD TIMER SAYS: Knew a fellow once who was so dumb he did not know beans when the bag was open.
UPCOMING WRITING WORKSHOPS:
Writing From Your Life. The Clearing, Ellison Bay, WI. August 2-8.
Writing From Your Life. Sheboygan Public Library, August 23, P.M.
Writing From Your Life. The Clearing, Ellison Bay, WI. October 17. A.M. & P.M.
May 19, 7:00 P.M. Book Vault, Oskaloosa, Iowa. Old Farm: A History, In a Pickle and more.
June 30, 7:00 P.M. Prairie du Sac Library. Old Farm.