A few days ago our landlord came by and showed me something and said "feve" That isn't a word in my french vocabulary, yet, but I realized when he held up a yellow bean that "feve" means beans. He told us he has plenty in his garden if we would like to pick some. I said "Sure!"
Brenna was standing by me and was so excited to go and pick some beans. As we picked she was remembering the time Mam-maw took her to Aunt Nema's to pick beans. She said she could pick beans everyday she loves it so much. I just smiled as I remembered my bean picking experiences. In the summers, when we would go visit Mam-maw and Pap-paw, we would help them in the garden to prepare for the Farmer's Market. I don't think I was a very good picker. I always seemed to have the fewest beans and Pap-paw would show me where I sort of made a mess of the plant. "Overturned it" We would work for some of the morning, then Mam-maw would bring us lunch and we would eat in the backyard. Those were the best sandwiches, sweet tea, with fresh tomatoes. MMMM! I can still hear Pap-paw giving his "Whew" sound and acting silly. Then, he would always look out of the corner of his eye to see if I was watching. If I was, he might sing the Beans, Beans the Vegetable Fruit song, or Ting Tang Watta Watta Bing Bang. Then, if there was picking left (there always seemed to be) we would get back to work. I loved the Friday afternoons when my Aunt Robin would come and "rescue" us. We'd have to hurry inside and shower, then it would be a night on the town! I used to think it was such hard work picking vegetables. But, I would love to go back once more and "overturn" Pap-paw plants, let him show me how to do it right, have Mam-maw's amazing lunch and see Pap-paw make me giggle. I had a good time telling Brenna about my Bean Picking Experiences. She picked plenty of beans for us, then we went inside and cooked them to have with our dinner.