broad bean
"Every day they all looked at that garden. It was rough and grassy because it was made in the prairie sod, but all the tiny plants were growing. Little crumpled leaves of peas came up, and tiny spears of onions. The beans themselves popped out of the ground. But it was a little yellow bean-stem, coiled like a spring, that pushed them up. Then the bean was cracked open and dropped by the two baby bean-leaves, and the leaves unfolded flat to the sunshine."
"Every day they all looked at that garden. It was rough and grassy because it was made in the prairie sod, but all the tiny plants were growing. Little crumpled leaves of peas came up, and tiny spears of onions. The beans themselves popped out of the ground. But it was a little yellow bean-stem, coiled like a spring, that pushed them up. Then the bean was cracked open and dropped by the two baby bean-leaves, and the leaves unfolded flat to the sunshine."
Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House on the Prairie
No matter how many times I plant out seeds, their germination is always magical. It is hard to believe that so much energy and growth can be stored in one little seed. And like Laura Ingalls I think beans, in all their varieties, are about the most wonderful of all.
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