Because I've never had both the space and time to grow them before, this is my first year as a bean farmer. We got these "Trail of Tears" beans from Seed Saver's Exchange, and I'm really delighted by them.
They were stupidly easy to grow (although a bit expensive), and they're just so beautiful. I set them down on a vintage lawnchair in the back yard and just about swooned when I saw their crazy purple shadows. This chair was a roadside scrounge from Hartford Connecticut. It also almost murdered my sister.
When Robb broke his back the first time, our lives came to a screeching halt. Like it or not, we had to slow the hell down. Our new Life in the Slow Lane gave us the opportunity to take time to appreciate the little pleasures in life. We got to look at things up-close.
How about these beautiful not-so-very-black beans? Aren't they beautiful?
And what about our flaming persimmon tree? A week ago, it had green leaves.
Persimmons are interesting because they hold their fruits longer than their leaves. I remember someone telling me a story about moving to California, and seeing what looked like tomatoes tied in bare trees.
Last spring, we had our poor neglected persimmon aggressively pruned by a professional arborist. And this fall we have a small harvest of fruits. Or, I should say, we have a small harvest of gigantic fruits.
It's sort of a lovely metaphor. The tree didn't have the opportunity to grow a lot of fruits, so it gave all its energies to the few fruits it had.