There I was, taking the cow to market* when I was approached by someone who asked me if I wanted to exchange the cow for a handful of beans. I thought about this briefly, realised I was clearly losing the plot and walked on. Later that day I received a message saying 'Would you like some magic beans?'. At this point it became churlish to refuse.Lablab or Priya papdi or hyacinth bean. I did what anyone should do with magic beans, I planted them and waited.
I was soon rewarded by the sight of beanlets forming. I held my breath and watched them develop.
Everytime I went into the greenhouse I checked on progress and whispered 'cling on little beanlets, cling on and fill out'.
This handful of beans has given me more joy than is reasonable and would have done so in any year, but this year having something keeping me this fascinated has been particularly welcome. A gift of magic beans is a gift indeed.
Stay safe and be kind
*for clarity - I have never owned a cow or taken one to market but it should be panto time so I hope I am forgiven for a little artistic licence.