No, I'm not talking about the small rabbit I startled, nor the toads either (the latter are most welcome; not so much the former).
I'm talking about a new harvest of green and yellow wax beans. I'd given up on them ages ago. They weren't setting any fruit, there were almost no blossoms, and the leaves were turning yellow and then brown--this at a time when I should have still been gathering much more than we could eat. I'd planned to can some, but I didn't get around to the really big first harvest and, shamefully, had to consign much of it to the compost pile (I hate waste, so this made me feel extremely guilty, I assure you).
To my amazement, when I went out a couple of days ago to pick peppers, which by the way are all too plentiful in our garden, I thought I spied some bright yellow over in the bean row. Today I went out and sure enough, there they were, lovely yellow beans. And plenty of green beans, too, in the next row over. Some were actually too large to be usable. I doubt if there's enough time for those to dry into bean seeds, but I left them on the plants just in case.
I'm delighted by this late harvest and looking forward to some fresh home-grown beans at least one last time.
Meanwhile, I can't keep up with the eggplants and peppers! And I've still got a row of potatoes to dig. Maybe tomorrow ... if I'm not pickling or roasting peppers and blanching and freezing eggplant.
With a garden, you just never know what surprises await you--both delightful and otherwise.