My daughter is the co-manager of the local grocery, and last night she stopped by with two enormous boxes full of this season’s unsold seeds, which the store gets rid of after they don’t sell. They were all from Burpee, and there were hundreds, if not thousands of packages. I got to sift through them before they went to the local food bank where my wife serves as secretary. What a rush. (I wasn’t greedy, I promise, and I’ll donate some of the results).
The variety in the middle of the picture (Maxibel) tends to get too tall to stay upright. It grows taller than most bush beans but it’s not really tall enough to be a vine. I’m trying rope between stakes for support. It’s a real pain digging around in flopped-over bean plants for the reward. But the beans themselves are so good; long and thin and tender.
And the carrots are finally getting to the point where they’ll start shading out their own weeds. I like that.