She Likes to Practice With a String Bean (When She Can)

Piles of beans cluttered the counters and bags of beans fell from the fridge whenever we opened the door.


There were many beans this year.





Too many for me to handle while still remaining sane.





I am thankful for a kind Heart who chopped beans with the girls, especially when the resulting disparity in cut bean size made me laugh out loud as I stuffed them into jars late at night. (We are nothing if not precise.)