Next, on to the beans! We grow most of our beans from our own saved seed for winter use, in soups, cassoulets, chilis etc. This means they have to be bone dry when they go into their storage jars. Due to the late spring, they were planted late and have only just begun to get that papery texture in the pods that tells us they are ready. The bean frame is presently flaming with Borlotti "Lingua di Fuoco" (fire tongue) climbing beans, just starting to turn the dull red and then indigo of the fully ripe bean.
|The bean frame, an idea copied from Majorca|
|Borlottis with Nun's Belly Button below (naturally)|
Surrounding the base of the bean frame, Tim planted a load of another favourite - the dwarf bean "Nun's belly button". The French name is "nombril de bonne soeur" - an exact translation, although the same bean is known in French as "Saint Esprit" and in English as "Soldier".
|Nun's Belly Button beans|
Whereas Tim sees the whole nun, the other way up. That's the soldier, an English redcoat.
|Spot the nun (or soldier)|
|Spot the soldier (or nun)|
In the immortal words of my old friend Liam D'Arcy Brown (no, not the Sinologist, the other one),
Beans, beans, good for the heart,
Beans, beans, they make you f*rt,
The more you f*rt, the better you feel,
Beans, beans, with every meal!