Old people in supermarkets and other public places sometimes have a diffident look about them as though they are on parole and are being watched for good behaviour. A thought prompted by couple of oldies who waver in the check-out queue as though not certain of their place in such a purposeful world I do not include myself in this category. Yet.
The climbing French beans in the garden are on the edge of a glut. The blue skinned variety are disguised by shadows which mimic their shape when you go to pick them ; the plump green one by their colour which is the same as the leaves and stems among which they hang.
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You could always let the beans go over and harvest them as dried beans - has-beans even...
Good to hear from you Lucy. I don't know why from time to time visitors have difficulty in commenting in Best of Now. It is a mystery to me. I have tried to open the blog myself in the guise of a visitor. Occasionally I have the same difficulty.
I invariably let the beans become have beans. Haricots secs I guess. Very nice in soup, or blanched and then tossed in a pan with olive oil and garlic.
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