I'm thinking of spending an hour or so weeding in the garden today and then doing a little work up front--trying to make people think decent, hard-working people live here and not just white trash. Late this afternoon, when the green beans have had all day to dry out, I'll pick a bunch for supper. Gardeners are strictly forbidden from touching bean plants when they're wet--we spread disease.
Later. So here's what happens when you can't pick the green beans for three days on account of rain.
Some of this--and a very small part of some of this--ended up making a delightful supper. Baked chicken with herbs, country green beans, Swiss chard, and roasted corn.
And--miracle of miracles--I got done on time! So Izzy and the dogs got a super long walk.
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