It’s Good Friday! Time to plant your beans!
I’ve heard this all of my life from my Papa. And year after year, for one reason or another, I don’t get to plant them exactly on Good Friday. It’s always that I coulda, shoulda, woulda, but didn’t.
But I truly think this year I will.
We got a nice rain yesterday. Enough to settle the dust, curl your hair and maybe even sprout your corn. But we could use more to top off the ponds for the hot summer ahead.
They’re calling for more rain today, so I better hurry out there and work up a spot for my beans.
Since I only have seed for green beans, I suppose that is all I will be planting today. They are a very good seller at the farmer’s market.
This year, at the market, I also plan to sell eggs. It will be my first year to sell them.
Despite the many nests I’ve found, I’ve never seen killdeer hatchlings. I suspect they are precocial, but I still figured I would have seen the little stinkers at least once in my lifetime.
It will likely end up being one of those natural occurences that I coulda, shoulda, woulda witnessed, but didn’t.