Hide ‘n Seek

They hide. I seek.

The plant taunts me with the display of two or three.

With my small dish I approach. Will I find enough? Did I wait too long since last time? Delay in this case means waste – with vegatables too hard and coarse to be tasty.

I pull off the obvious ones. Push leaves aside and find more. Is that one too small? Will it be too large the day after tomorrow? The weather is finally good for gardens with rain in small helpings, warm sunny days, and nights above the dangerous frost range.

Pull. Drop. Hunt. My hands and eyes seek fruit that can be mistaken for stems at first glimpse.

Got it! Fresh beans tonight.

Can you find my companions?

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