For love of beans
I’ve had a pile of bean pods sitting on the garage floor for weeks now. Ostensibly, they are drying. In reality, I’m not sure they’re any more dry than they were when I pulled them off the vines. And as mice have found the apples we temporarily stored in the garage, I decided today is the day to bring in the beans (well, and the apples, too, of course). And I tossed Maizy-the-cat out in the garage to stalk mice. Hopefully our fearsome huntress will come home with her own dinner tonight.
But today is my day off. And so I felt like it was probably okay to get distracted by taking bean photos instead of shucking beans. So this is how I’ve spent my rainy Friday afternoon. Oh, and drinking a glass of wine too. But I didn’t think that was worthy of a photo.
What I love about the beans – one of the many things – is how their colors are so muted now. Shades of pale green, gold, some red. It rather fits the season. Most of the leaves have blown off the trees outside my window and those same muted shades now dominate the outdoor landscape too.