Re: Fava Beans



<<I planted fava beans two weeks ago in zone 6/7 - Long Island, NY.  I 
don't see any signs of germination.  Any suggestions?>>


Well, I got one suggest, for what it's worth.....
Plant more beans.

Then if the ones you already planted sprout anyway, you'll have lots of 
beans.  And you can never have too many beans.  And if the first ones 
don't sprout, you'll still have some beans.  Did I mention you can never 
have too many?

Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
The more you eat, the more you toot,
The more you toot, the better you feel,
So eat more beans at every meal!

This fellow had a passion for baked beans, but they of course caused the 
digestive disturbance known as flatulence.  In fact, he experienced 
rather intense olfactorily displeasing physiological disturbances when 
eating beans.

Well, he met this wonderful woman, and soon they were wed.  In the mean 
time he had given up his indulgence in baked beans, because his love for 
this woman was such that he would not subject her to such things.

One day, as he was driving home, his car broke down.  He wasn't far from 
home, so he decided to walk.  Along the way he passed a small diner with 
a wonderful aroma wafting from it.  Being rather hungry he stopped for a 
bite to eat.  Now he knew this place served excellent baked beans, and 
he was sorely tempted.  He judged the distance left to walk home.  
Finally gave in to his cravings, rationalizing that he'd have plenty of 
time to walk off the fumes.

After three healthy servings he starts for home, now with a little extra 
gas powered energy.  The venting begins to wane as he approachs for 
home, and he believes he has it under control.

Upon entering his home, he is greeted by his wife who tells him she has 
a surprise for him.  She blindfolds him, leads him to the kitchen, and 
tells him she'll be right back.

Suddenly, the need comes upon him again, and he desperately begins to 
try and hold back a monster fart.  Then he reconsiders, better to vent 
now while she is out of the room.  So he passes it, then another, and 
several more, all quite impressive in magnitute and stench.  Finally he 
is finished and desperately fans the air around him, trying to clear the 
odor.

Shortly thereafter his wife returns.  After asking if he'd peeked she, 
removes the blindfold, and he is greeted with the vision of his dining 
room, packed with the friends and relatives who'd come by for his 
surprise party.



Well, like I said.  Plant more beans.

I'd like to say I was sorry for this rather long post, but let's face 
it.  If I felt all that bad, I wouldn't click "send".  Right?

Hope you all got something from it.

Thanks for flying,
Glider --zone 5

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