Time and Tide Wait for No Bean

Frost took Tu Fu early Tuesday morning even even though I had covered him (and the others). Li Bai had some damage, but not bad, Li Ho and Bai Juyi suffered nothing. Scarlet Emperor Beans ARE very susceptible to frost. I cut Tu Fu down to the original little 6 inch plant I set in the ground in June. It will go, too.

A few more beans were ready to harvest for next year.

In other climes Scarlet Emperor Beans are perennials, but not in this high valley. In other places, they’re just fodder for cows. After cutting him down yesterday, I pulled the tomatoes. A couple of days ago I cleared up a small bed and planted 16 Leper Bells — fritillaria that’s more often called “Snakes Head.” They don’t do great here, either, but…

There’s no way to escape the fury of nature, even when that “fury” is as quiet as the settling of frost on a clear September night.

Tu Fu

Cows and sheep walk slowly down,
Each villager has shut his wicker gate.
The wind disturbs the clear, moonlit night,
These rivers and hills are not my homeland.
A spring flows from the dark cliff,
Autumn dew drips on the roots.
In the lamp light I sit, white-haired.
Why do the flowers continue to bloom?

For anyone who might be interested in the structure of a Chinese poem, here it is in Chinese with a Pin-yin transcription. (I found a great website if you like Chinese poetry… http://www.chinese-poems.com/



rì mù

niú yáng xià lái jiǔ
gè jǐ bì chái mén
fēng yuè zì qīng yè
jiāng shān fēi gù yuán
shí quán liú àn bì
cǎo lù dī qiū gēn
tóu bái dēng míng lǐ
hé xū huā jìn fán


15 thoughts on “Time and Tide Wait for No Bean

  1. You brought life to the beans. So much so that the first line made me sad. Fury can come ever so quietly at times. On another note, I wish I knew Chinese. Happy Wednesday Martha! 💚

    • Thank you, Karla! I can’t read very much Chinese and my ability is pure daily life survival, but I’m glad for having just that little bit. I’ve enjoyed sharing the beans with people this summer. I think they might have cheered up others as well as cheering me up. ❤

      • We’ve all enjoyed the beans and their dynasty. Consider it a blessing I didn’t share my tomato stories. Their fate was chosen from early Spring flooding to the drought of the last month. Poor things. I’m so thankful for Farmer’s Markets and those that bring life to the yummy things I enjoy.

  2. The plants are not gone, they reside in the promise of the speckled purple beans! I will look forward to their resurrection this next spring. I do believe they simply returned to you what you gave them!

    • I believe that, too. I’m very happy to have their progeny. ❤ "Here, Martha. We entrust these to you for next year." I know I'm silly but god this strange summer was kind of redeemed by those plants.

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