Post last updated: August 13th, 2018
I postponed it as long as I could. Snake sightings will do that to you. The pole beans had to be picked and while I left a generous 28-inch “people path” between the first vertical pole row and the row with the double vertical poles, this is what happened: the butter beans climbed over to the pole beans and vice versa. It was a canopied jungle with a few watermelon vines in the people path to make use of all the square footage. I knew the watermelon vines would present a challenge as summer bore down on me but I had no idea the beans were going to visit each other like that.
Tell me truly. Would you have wanted to walk into this jungle? I waited until the sun came out good and strong then summoned all my courage to walk in there.
Exultant that I had survived the bean jungle, I walked down to Momma and Poppie’s to offer up my harvest because Momma loved pole beans.
The first words outta Poppie’s mouth were not “Oh, what nice beans you have there.” Nosiree. The burning question in his mind was “Didja fergit to comb yer hair?”
Granted, sleeping on my hair all night had mashed one side flat. Plus, I had intentionally not combed it when I went out to the garden because it would have looked worse had I combed it. After finishing my yard work the day before, I had showered and allowed my hair to air dry. I happen to have a lot of natural curl. If I comb that natural curl after it dries, the hair stands on end, okay?
I dumped the beans on Momma’s kitchen counter and took my offensive hair home for a bath. In the shower, I started to shampoo my hair and felt something. I commenced screaming and slapping at it. I just knew it was something that was going to leave a gaping hole in the middle of my shower curtain as I plunged through it, like a cartoon character, trying to escape a wild animal.
Worse yet, when I finally slung it across the tub, I could see it was small and green, unlikely to take a chomp out of me. Still, a small green worm can cause me to do great harm to myself. Unable to make out what it was without my eyeglasses, I fled the tub in search of the glasses. Returning for inspection, the green thing proved to be a half inch baby pole bean.
Maybe I should start showering with my eyeglasses within reach before my blood-curdling screams draw all the neighbors, huh?
Update: For info on building butter bean or pole bean supports, see Garden Tip: Growing Vertical.