Beanpole

The hyacinth beans, along with some volunteer clockvine (thunbergia alata), have scrambled up the indestructible nylon netting like nobody's business, spilling over the top of the old T-bar clothespole and then tumbling down again, almost to the grownd, forming a beautiful mound and then sprays of greenery, in motion with the slightest breeze. Now, at last, we see our first bean-blossoms. At last, just this morning, and just this morning upon returning from the amble to H-E-B we can see signs of plenty of flowers to come. The leaves are handsome, and the manner in which they fold up and expose their undersides when the air becomes drier makes you believe that you can almost measure the humidity or lack of it by noting the stages of the process. Without flowers, though, there will be no striking shiny purple seed pods. Without the pods there will be no homegrown beautiful bicolored seeds to begin the process anew. These flowers are a favorite of the honeybees.