Well, I should really say that they are hubby's runner beans - as he slaved over a hot shovel in order to get them planted, gave them a climbing frame to romp over and legged it out into the garden to stop the blackbirds trying to pull them back up again!
Forgive my excitement and pride, it’s just that we’ve never grown vegetables before and everything hubby planted is something of an experiment to see whether it will come to anything.
To begin with, we realised that the runner beans had real, honest-to-goodness lovely green beans on them! I know, I shouldn’t really be surprised, but what a result when we honestly had doubts that anything would do even remotely what it was supposed to.
We ate them with our shop-bought pie on Sunday. For me, the pie paled into insignificance beside their lovely freshness, greenness and beautiful sweetness.
To think, they were growing on the bean vine just an hour before we ate them.