The other day I noticed that my once beautiful stand of potted Catnip was looking a little thin.
Last night I found out why.......
The past two years the outside cats have never once even looked at the catnip. I guess that has changed this year.
I won't be having catnip tea anytime soon.
The weather has finally cleared up and allowed us to get hay made.
Everybody at the farm likes to watch hay being made.
Friends, their children, and our daughter....
But mostly the dog.
In our garden we grow two types of green beans. The green kind and the purple kind.
I enjoy the purple beans for their interesting appearance and their delicate flavor. These are my favorite beans to eat raw or slightly cooked. This year we had a few more than we could eat before they went bad, so I had to can some of the crop.
The thing about purple beans is they are a little bit magic. Not magic like grow a stalk up to the land of the giants, but magic as in their own right.
I started with a big basket of purple beans and snapped them like normal.
Look how beautiful these beans are snapped! I love the contrast of the green and purple.
But when I pull them out of the canner 30 minutes later, they looked just like regular old green beans.
It's actually a kind of disappointing magic trick.
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