by Richard Kordesh
Like my Slovenian ancestors, I find growing
pole beans to be fascinating.
White
seeds sprout into plantlets that then extend little tendrils grasping for
something firm to clutch. I place a pole
within reach of those slender green arms, and then the climbing begins. By the time the stalks are fully extended, I
need a stepladder to reach the uppermost beans!
Some we eat fresh and some we
freeze. Family and friends who’d been
viewing or helping in the garden experience this progression from seed to
tendril to upward growth to dinner.
To partake of the garden’s gifts assumes
a special significance during the holiday season. Even with the plants now settled into the
compost heap, and with the ground hardening out back, the garden’s bounty keeps
appearing. One tender bite opens nuanced
memories from having nurtured these plants from June through September.
Some beans are fatter, because I didn’t
see them when they were primed for picking, obscured as they were underneath a
dense cover of leaves.
Those that grew later in the summer tended to grow more unevenly; pudgy in the middle and skinny toward the tips. You tolerate, and even enjoy, this kind of diversity in the backyard garden.
Those that grew later in the summer tended to grow more unevenly; pudgy in the middle and skinny toward the tips. You tolerate, and even enjoy, this kind of diversity in the backyard garden.
During the growing season, children
watch with amazement as these plants take on the heights and thickness that
might make them ready for Jack to ascend. Whether in the Julian Alps or the Midwestern plains, it’s not hard to
get little ones to eat vegetables when they participate in the story that
unfolds in their yard every summer.
Guest blogger Richard S. Kordesh is the author of Restoring Power to Parents and Places and has worked professionally in the community development field for 35 years. Visit Richard's website for more.
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