Greenbeans!

In the spring sometime, a sweet friend of ours asked if she could plant green beans for our family. She loves to give service to others and loves to garden. She calls spending time in her garden her 'therapy session' for the day. It should be noted that this in addition to her raising three grand children.

When time came for the first picking, we were amazed at the amount of beans that she had planted for our family. Four huge rows of beans stood ready to be picked. It was easy to see that she had spent a great deal of time on weeding and maintaining her garden. The beans were just one of many vegetables that she had planted.

Not only were the beans a great source of food for our family, but we learned quickly that it was also a great way to torment the kids. All you had to say was something about bean picking. It ruined their day. Vicki, ever the softy, took them out to pizza afterwards. (hey it was Cici's kids eat for 99 cents day :) and I'm all into bribery! )
Still, it will most likely remain one of the tales that they tell their children about the rough life they had growing up in Hale.

Reva Turner reminds me of the strong women that you read about in the Old Testament. She has had it rough, taking care of Jerry in his last years, and then dealing with his death last year. She is one that you will never hear complain about much. She is a woman of great faith.

(Vicki speaking) We've canned 40 quarts so far (and shared enough beans with others to equal 30+ quarts) and there are still more beans to pick. She's such a great gardener that I think she could make rocks grow!