Years ago I saw pictures in a gardening book about how using string and stakes would be beneficial in small gardens. At that time we were living in a house with a biggish garden and the thought of such innovation was, beyond me. But look at me now. Good old string coming to the rescue! Never mind that it looks as if it isn't going to last. Looks can be deceptive, remember? Traditionally, this variety of broad bean is sown in late July, in the north-eastern part of the country. But one stray seed must've got deeply embedded in the soil. In the process of repotting or loosening ( I really can't say ), the seed must've sighed with relief and got down to germinating. Sprouting leaves, stem, and now, tendrils going every which way- where would I be without the help of sturdy string? Beans on the table, that too, home-grown. At the end of the year when I look back, I'll surely be able to say, 'It's bean a good year!'
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau