Each year we plant pole beans. We made wonderful arbors, reusing old fencing materials. We got the seeds; we planted them; we were ready. The plants grew and were very healthy.
We waited for the little arms to sprout up and grab hold of the arbors. We waited, and waited, and waited, and only one plant sprouted.
Ah, nuts. We have bush beans. The disappointment isn’t too great because these plants are strong and will surely give us enough beans to last the year.
The mystery of the lone pole bean plant remains to be solved…
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