The two picked yard long beans were the perfect sized serving for my children who eat like birds. The boy said they were the best he'd ever eaten, but the girl was generally uninspired by the whole affair. She was out cold.
Good thing she didn't see Big smack her in the face with his glove. Them's as close to fightin' words as a dog can get in this picture below. That's her coveted Rapunzel blankie he's on. He smartly positioned himself in front of the stairs, and when he saw her approach, he bailed like a ninja. She was none the wiser.
The boy decided to plant green beans in his box. I wish I could remember if the bush beans I planted earlier were the foremost or the contender. Whatever they were, they were fuzzy and I didn't like them one bit. The ones he planted were the foremost. Hopefully they'll turn out okay!
The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.