Mysterious Picture
Beautiful Dream
So, what’s with the weird picture? Read on, and you’ll find out!
As those of you who have been reading these wanderings for a few years have probably figured out, one of my pet peeves is how the “thanks” and the “giving” seem to have vanished from what is increasingly transforming into “Turkey Day,” or “Watch Sports Day,” or “Pre-Black Friday Shopping Event Day.”
If you’re reading this, you have so much to be thankful for. You have access to some electronic device. You have electricity. You can see. Or hear. You can probably talk, maybe even walk. It’s likely you can read.
I won’t keep on going, because by this time you’re either nodding or rolling your eyes.
So, as promised, here’s what’s with the weird picture. Depicted are part of Jim and my harvest this year. Predominantly featured are heritage Pima beige and brown tepary beans we grew from seeds gifted to us by Ursula Vernon (aka T. Kingfisher) (aka the writer/artist who wrote Digger and a bunch of other great stories). Thanksgiving has its roots as a harvest festival, which is why I decided to feature the beans.
Ursula sent us the beans because she couldn’t grow them in her wet North Carolina climate, but didn’t think such rare beans should go to waste. Despite the best pruning attempts of Frippery Scamperpaws Wigglebutt, our resident baby bunny this year, as well as a brutally hot mid-to-late summer, we managed a harvest that increased what we planted by at least six times, possibly as much as ten.
The majority of said harvest ended up in my soup kettle, part of a multi-bean soup that will provide many meals in the weeks to come. Since Thanksgiving has its roots in harvest festivals, featuring these beans seemed very appropriate.
May your personal harvest of things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving multiply. Please remember that what we so often take for granted (like walking, talking, breathing) are all very wonderful things!
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Frippery Stalled At the Fence
