Gay/Straight/A Hill of Beans

Anyone who's anyone is blogging about marriage equality this week.  But really, what is there to say?  Marriage would be a lot more meaningful if everyone could go "I love you.  Will you marry me?" instead of "I love you and since we happen to be straight and our state recognisies our love, will you marry me?"  That's just bad dialogue.

If you don't like the idea of same sex marriage . . . don't marry someone of the same sex.  That should do it.  Anyway, the undergardener went off to work today in his Stonewall UK t-shirt, which reads "Some people are gay. Get over it." so we've got solidarity with LGBT friends and family covered.

Leaving me free to concentrate on . . . the latest garden glut.  Yes, from the cropping planner who last year brought you eighteen courgette plants to feed a household of two, I give you Broad Beans 2012.

We've been enjoying them for weeks now but the plants were past it so I hoicked them out.

I knew there might be some pods left in the interior - spacing is not my strong point either - so I took a colander out with me:

then went and got a trug:

and finally a washing basket:

Nobody in this house is going to die of scurvy tonight.  And when I've steamed, boiled, mashed, fried, refried, made soup with, blanched and frozen all of them, there's still the second planting to come.

Because why have one glut when, by successional sowing, you can have two?  Not everything is a no-brainer, at least not for the no-brain of me.