|... beans in an ice-cream bucket, ready to be snapped ...|
"Join me," she called. "There are plenty of beans for everyone."
I went searching under the leaves, and down low, finding all of the beans I could, and pleased that I could at least keep up with the picking speed of Laynie.
Then I noticed she was holding ice in one of her hands, on a burn she had picked up while she and Dave were looking at her car, checking the muffler.
So that makes me at least able to keep up with a one-handed woman.
The beans were beautiful.
|... not quite shoulder length yet ...|
There was no way he would cooperate with me.
But he does have a trick of his own.
Wearing beans as one might wear a pencil ... behind the ear.
|... bean as pencil ...|
Pears from Wyona's tree, plums from the Pillings and the dahlias are finally in full bloom -- a veritable vegetable and flower harvest.
Who could have a better Thanksgiving?