This just in: green beans!

  I love it: watching the beans get taller and taller underneath their white grow cloth, peeking, seeing white blossoms, anticipation mounting--soon, soon--watching, waiting, forgetting, until one day I'm busy in the kitchen, and in walks Carlos with a bucket of French green beans (and purple ones too!)   Ah, the wait is over; they have finally arrived. And now the work begins: every other day, for the next three weeks, we have to stoop under the bean plants, digging through their broad, dark-green leaves, plucking.