We plant beans in our garden as a staple crop. Beans enhance many meals at this house. I generally plant the bush bean variety. This year’s planting went similar to many years past. I planted beans again, except that this year I chose pole beans.

When I perused my seed catalogs earlier in the year, I asked my husband if he thought pole beans would be okay to try. He responded with, “That should be easy.” I concluded that he agreed with trying this different bean. So I ordered them.

When we got time to plant the garden, he asked me about where the beans will go in the garden and expected me to get busy planting the in rows like I usually do.  Taken aback by this assumption, I returned, “These are pole beans.”

He came back with,”What’s your plan?”

“Well, when I asked you about ordering the beans, you sounded like it was easy and I thought that you had a plan.”

My son overheard this exchange between his mom and dad and chuckled.

With raised eyebrows, my husband answered with a grin, “Ah-h-h.” He turned and off he went to the machine shed.  He came back with his post hole digger, some posts, woven wire and baler twine.  Soon he has a frame fashioned where the beans could grow.

I expected skinny, metal posts. . .he gave me sturdy wooden ones. I expected posts 4-feet high. . .he gave me ones that towered over my head. Such deluxe treatment I got in the garden that day!