Nine Bean Rows Nine Bean-rows When the beans are sprouting I am always reminded of the poem “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by William Butler Yeats and enjoy the summer mornings in my “bee-loud glade”, though I do not have a cabin and there is no lake near, yet the veils of morning and the midnight’s glimmer are real, and I feel the pull of nature in the earth’s deep core. And I always plant nine rows of beans. Read and listen to “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like this:Like Loading... Related Discover more from Today Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email. Type your email… Subscribe Post navigation My Life SavingsA Berry Good Time 0 Comments […] she unintentionally did a very cruel thing…to me. She ate nearly all the leaves from my nine rows of beans. Bean plants with leaves. The same bean plants without […] Loading... Reply […] But just as I was about to introduce Hester, she unintentionally did a very cruel thing…to me. She ate nearly all the leaves from my nine rows of beans. […] Loading... Reply Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
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