At last, the spot where vegetables go to die, has born fruit.
For three years now, I've sweat and dug and tilled and fertilized and almost prayed for my little cottage garden to produce anything. Each year we had a few scrawny tomatoes and a Zuke or two but this Bush Bean harvest has to be the most significant yield yet. Maybe the soil has homogenized and things are finding comfort and nutrients or whatever.
Praise the lord and pass the string beans.
Hope fully more to come.