Yesterday I wrote about how it is nearing time for me to plant the garden. Before I do, I will have to rototill it, but the time for planting, is getting close. I as it approaches, I have begun to panic.
Last year, as a bit of an experiment, for the first time I planted red beans and black beans. Both crops surprised me; they grew well. As I took the beans I had harvested out of their pods, I set some aside for eating and some to save for seeds that I could use for planting this year. I also put some more of the beans in envelopes to return to our library’s seed bank, where I had gotten the beans last year.
Now, why the panic? Well I did eat the ones saved for that purpose, but when I checked the container where I keep my garden seeds, I was distress to find no black beans or red beans. What happened to them? I haven’t a clue. I have searched every possibility I could think of, but came up empty handed. I can’t imagine that they were thrown out, so they must be around here somewhere.
A couple of days ago, I had an idea. Maybe the beans I gave back to the library’s seed bank are still there, and I could just use those to plant in my garden, but alas, when I went to the library and checked the seed bank, the beans I had contributed, were gone. I guess they will be growing in someone else’s garden. That leaves me sitting here wondering, “Where could the beans I saved be?”
I suspect once I have finished planting and filled up the garden with other vegetables, I will find my missing beans. That seems to be the way things always work.
It is all so discouraging after all the work I did drying, de-podding, sorting, and saving some of those beans for seed in this year’s garden. For a year I held on to one of those common gardener’s dreams about harvesting a bigger crop this year.
Oh well, it is what it is.
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