Bean Picking

This will be a real postcard, without the photo on the other side.

Dear non-farmers,
I set out to pick beans this afternoon from the most beautiful plants of the year -- called Benjamin to join me but had to leave a message. There was no one else on the farm to share the fun until I remembered my mother was probably home, about to take a nap after a long morning at market.  I called her and told her about the opportunity, and we had a lovely two hours in the sun, picking the most perfectly virginal beans ever, and getting all caught up on the various stories that we never get to tell. I barely ever see my mother by myself, we are always in a group. It was perfect. I learned about her plans to get her knees replaced, she learned about the things that I am surprised are hard this summer.  It was a classic bean patch conversation, and memorable.  As I always say, everyone should have a bean patch.

Love, Hana