They each start out as just a little leaf peaking its head out of the ground, looking for the sun. They find their way amongst the shade of neighbors and garden art and reach for the sun's warmth above their head, (Well, when it's not hiding behind some dark cloud or behind the rain.)
Poised under the sun's warmth, their little stem grows taller and taller, wider and stronger, spewing out more leaves along the way. Every little leaf takes in more sunshine and the Bean plant grows up....each day waiting for more sun, waiting for more rain and waiting for the night so it can rest from all its work. All this magical life happens right in my garden.
I look at the little beans just now peaking and starting to grow and I know that soon they will become as tall as I, or as wide as a small bush the height of my knee, little flowers will appear and magically each little blossom will become a bean.
I will get to eat these. I will get to make Dilly Beans. I will get to can them or freeze them for a stew on a cold winter's day. I will get to dry them to have more beans to plant next year. It's all so magical. It's all so endearing.
I hope I have enough canning jars.