Beans! Where do they all come from?
Yesterday I picked every single bean that was remotely edible. Today I take a cursory look and find enormous monsters I swear weren’t there yesterday.
Can you imagine how many beans I’d have if I coddled and cosseted my plants instead of leaving them to fend for themselves? I fear that might be too much of a good thing. Yet another reason to stick with imperfect gardening.
My small Imperfect Garden 