tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4780979693195745238.post8582769660107049732..comments2024-03-23T13:05:19.116-04:00Comments on Going Green in Indy: Meditations on snapping beansRobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915194141694632310noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4780979693195745238.post-11332199938812263402008-08-09T17:13:00.000-04:002008-08-09T17:13:00.000-04:00One of the few memories I have of my mother is sit...One of the few memories I have of my mother is sitting in the shade in the backyard of my grandmother's house with my grandmother, mother and myself (I must have been 5-7 years old) and snapping green beans from my grandmother's abundant garden so that they could be canned for the winter. My grandmother had a huge garden. It covered almost a city lot.<BR/>Mombhelenjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01709071505976306580noreply@blogger.com