The Scarlet Emperor beans captured a lot of light this summer once they got going. I have four or five pods ripening now on different plants for next year.
The beans seem to have liked being somewhat crowded together. There are so many flowers that the hummingbirds are fighting over who has the right to suck the nectar.
Little Wang Wei, who’s been outside since May (covered from frost many times) is an incredibly prolific producer of beans. Tu Fu — who survived two frosts (covered) — is the tallest, so tall and heavily laden with beans that he broke his support. I went out there and saw it and said, “No way am I climbing on a ladder, Tu Fu. We’re going to have to figure out something else.” We did. It’s not perfect, but…
I think the best thing for them would be trellises, very high trellises, set permanently in the ground. It would be pretty, too. A walkway covered with Scarlet Emperor beans. I don’t know who’s going to build that. 🙂
I don’t know about you, but I feel like the persistent ambient noise from the past year is still droning on. I hoped so much it would diminish this year. I guess that was an unrealistic hope on my part. It’s like there’s persistent background static. I’m a pretty introverted person anyway, so I’m easily overstimulated. I find this exhausting. I’ve dimmed my online activity. Let Twitter throw me off. Avoid the news for the most part, but ambient reality still creeps in somehow.
A couple days ago I learned that there is a legit vaccination ID card (which we should not need because everyone who can be should have been vaccinated by now but NOOOooooooo…..) and I signed up for it on something called “My Colorado.” It really IS Colorado so the legitimacy of that isn’t a concern. But as I accomplished everything necessary to get that information where I needed it and could use it, I thought of how it was to go to the library at San Diego State and do research before computers. Then I thought of the moment that the entire card catalog had finally been computerized and the day I sat there, using the computer to look for books, writing call numbers on the little cards conveniently provided beside the computers. The one I pulled from the stack happened to be the suddenly obsolete card catalog card for Emerson’s Essays. I felt very sad.
Once upon a time, when I wanted to read a book or a magazine, I hopped on my Robin Hood 3 speed, flew down the hill to the public library in Bellevue, Nebraska, said “Hi!” to the librarian, went to the card catalog (Dewey Decimal system) and found a book, or I went up and down the aisles looking for something I might like to read. Then I checked out the book, put it in the basket on my bike and rode home.
Some people say, “Simpler times,” but no, it wasn’t simpler. It was a lot more complicated, but it was three dimensional, an experience involving a whole person. Something is missing from our? my? world and I think it’s that. With “information” so easy to find and the human mind so intrinsically lazy where are we?
I don’t know. I think I’ll go hang out with my beans for a while.