Josh and Rory have two days a week that are their "boys days." I know they both look forward to them. Rory has been asking to go fishing for quite some time. This week they were able to go to Josh's parents and get some good quality fishing time in. I was at work but it sure was fun to hear their fishing stories and see the pictures. Rory assured me that he caught 4 fish--although he did confess that he didn't touch the worms or the fish. I can't blame him there--he must get that from me. Rory also took a ride with Pappy on the John Deere lawn mower and saw his baby cousin Carl. It made for one busy day!
The boys got home a little later than usual so we canceled our usual evening plans and stayed home to work in our yard and garden. It ended up not being what we had planned but it was a beautiful evening and we had a lot of fun being together and pretending to be farmers.
I wish I could say that these lovely green beans are from my garden but **big sigh** they are not. We were able to get one good picking off our beans. It must have been at that point that the neighborhood rabbits realized that we had in fact planted the beans for ourselves. Within 2 days all 3 rows of beans were chomped down to stems. Stinkin' rabbits. Josh's sister, Rebecca and her husband are real farmers and I'm thankful that she had plenty of beans to share. You can read all about her farm adventures here. As dorky as it sounds I was excited to have a bushel basket too! Even though we are smack dab in the middle of suburbia it makes me feel like we are living on our own little homestead.
Rory was a good helper snapping beans--he lasted for at least 15 minutes and was able to keep the ends separate from the good pieces. Once Josh started pulling weeds and digging in the garden I lost my little helper. In all it took about 2 hours for me to snap 1/2 bushel. This may sound even more dorky but I LOVE snapping beans. It's very therapeutic. I can get into a good rhythm and move my fingers without thinking. In some ways it reminds me of music and playing the piano. Get into a rhythm and let your fingers do the rest.
When I was younger I would stay with my grandparents in Indiana for a week in the summer. I loved it. There was always some adventure to be had. I can remember sitting on the screened porch with my Grandma snapping beans. I don't know why I distinctly remember that but I'm thankful it's a memory I have. She passed away when I was 15. I have some great memories but I wish she was still around so I could more solid memories instead of fuzzy ones that are in pieces. Most of the things we did revolved around food and the kitchen. There was always something to be learned. I can remember calling her once I got back home to talk me through how to make something. I miss hearing her voice and her advice. I really could have used her advice once I started to can these beans. After all this hard work not one of my jars sealed so I froze them instead. After a telephone consult with my mother -in-law we discovered a few crucial mistakes that I can fix so hopefully when I can the next batch they will seal.
This is our resident green bean stealer...a.k.a Jessie Mae. She would run up on the deck, grab a few beans and then run away before I could catch her. She is a sneaky one!
We stayed outside until it was bedtime. We were all exhausted after such a long productive day. It's days like this that make me so happy. No running around to do and all of us are together. It didn't cost us any money to dig around in the yard, have fun and be together.
I'm looking forward to many more days like this one!

