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Friday, 1 July 2011
The First Picking of Beans.
All vegetable gardeners must feel the same delight at picking the very first of any new crop. Today I picked our first beans, and dug our first proper lot of new potatoes.
At the same time I also feel very slightly depressed; a reminder that another circle has been joined, another year gone by.
This year I returned to an old favourite dwarf French bean; Contender. A heavy cropper, and very tender. I don't even 'top and tail'; just 'top'. Over the past few years I've followed friends' recommendations of new varieties, and have been disapointed by the size of the plants I've grown. No, not small, but far too big; almost like runners. Contender remains reasonably dwarf and compact, which is what I want.
With my successional sowings, we should be eating beans (in one form or another) for several months to come. Bonne appetit.
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The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!