There's a Fall-ish tinge to the air here in the Rockies. The San Luis Valley had a frost advisory last night. We got our garden in rather late this year because of confusion about where we'd be living (more on that later) when the harvest came in, but the garden is starting to produce and I have some thoughts about extending the growing season so that we can "catch up".
I came home from work tonight and threw on my jeans and my ratty wool plaid bathrobe and went down to the garden. Started picking green beans which, overnight it seems, had grown into something edible. Now, whenever I pick green beans I think of my stepfather, Tom Kennedy. I remember how he used to come into the house with a basket of beans and with great delight would cook them up for supper. All of them at once. He'd dolly them up with lots of butter, pepper, and onions. After supper he would pour off the pot liquor into a tall glass and - to the absolute horror of my brother and I -drink it with relish. He'd even smack his lips for more effect.
I haven't yet gotten the taste for green bean juice, heavy on the butter, but I do love a green bean pot. Fresh green beans, onions, bacon or ham chunks, potatoes, basil, bay leaf, and pepper. Tonight I added some sun-dried tomatoes that I dehydrated over the weekend.
And when I pick beans I always think of my stepfather who taught me to love a garden.