My favorite season has officially arrived. Not that you would know it.
I’m not really a superstitious person, but every so often I come across situations that just make me stop and wonder if there’s any significance to something that might otherwise just be a really big coincidence.
I have a lot of pictures of this plant, and for a good reason. Starting in mid-summer into early fall it is enshrouded in a cloud of deep-blue flowers with a halo of pollinators all around.
My mom pretty much hates beans. My dad loves them. It’s a mixed marriage.
Our church holds a Greek “food festival” at the end of summer each year. It has grown in epic proportions over the past few years, but during its smaller days our community would wrap up all the festivities (and work) with a relaxing luncheon on Sunday after church.
In all honesty, we could have just taken the plants back to the store. The Old Man claimed it was all trickery, but really he wanted the fruit, too.
Every Greek woman I know has their own version of this Greek staple, so why should I be any different?? And every one of us thinks our own is the best, and of course we’re all correct. Of course.
I was nearly suckered as I was out in the garden taking some pictures. But something about it made me take a closer look. Something about those eyes…