Pissin' Off the Bees

I know, I know...the beans need picking (or, rather, pickin').
I got enough purple beans the other evening to have with dinner, checking the severity of the situation...emergency or 'it can wait a couple of days'.
One side of the row is no problem. It's just a matter of stooping between two bean rows.
But when you pick beans, you have to go down both sides of the row, because there's no way to reach all the beans otherwise; and the other side of THIS row butts up against very, very tall sunflowers. Doesn't matter what time of the day it is, the bees are quite busy with the sunflowers. The bees won't bother you - I mean, they won't chase you or anything. But they do not like to be disturbed! They are very serious in their activities. So, going down (only part of) the other side of the row was awkward. I kept backing up against the sunflowers and there was much loud buzzing!




I think I'll wait till Friday. Some students and parents are coming over to pick, and I'll find somebody short enough and skinny enough to go down in there and get those purple beans!








At least limas have the decency to stick the beans right up the air where you can see them!

A long time ago we lived on a farm in Washington Parish-very rural is an understatement. Around there, every vegetable-picking enterprise had a particular tag. You 'gather' beans...you 'pull' corn. You'd sound like a moron if you didn't use the lingo. You 'can' tomatoes...and I never understood that one, because you're not putting them in cans, you're putting them in jars. Someone explain this, please!