The fava beans got planted in my garden very late this year. I usually follow my Tuscan neighbors and, even in Maine, try to get the fat seeds into the ground in the fall, just before a hard freeze. Somehow, time went by and suddenly it was Christmas and they were still sitting on the kitchen counter.
So, reluctantly, I waited till spring. My notes say they were finally planted on April 10th and just two weeks later were sticking their little green heads up out of the ground. It was a good lesson—Tuscan habits, no matter how virtuous or how sensible, don’t always translate to other parts of the world. And now, nearly two months later, I have a gorgeous crop of fava flowers, ready to evolve into the beans I love.
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