I really would like to give this post a thumbs up but regrettably am unable to do so due to the childhood trauma inflicted upon me by my evil parents of having been made to pick bush beans for interminable hours in the hot sun and unbearable humidity that is Missouri in July.
I used to snap the beans that my grandparents picked. So many 5 gallon buckets full of beans… Snapping them at the picnic table in summer… I was in Arkansas so the humidity wasn’t much better.
I really would like to give this post a thumbs up but regrettably am unable to do so due to the childhood trauma inflicted upon me by my evil parents of having been made to pick bush beans for interminable hours in the hot sun and unbearable humidity that is Missouri in July.
“It’ll break up the family and you’ll have to live with your grandmother and pick beans.”
“Dad, I like picking beans with Grandma.”
“Well, keep it up then.”
“Okay, I will.”
“Good. You do that.”
“Fine.”
“You’ll be picking many a bean.”
“Hope I do.”
I used to snap the beans that my grandparents picked. So many 5 gallon buckets full of beans… Snapping them at the picnic table in summer… I was in Arkansas so the humidity wasn’t much better.