growing beans in the front yard: nostalgia vs. neighborhood norms
This spring, I found myself drawn back to the days when my grandmother’s garden was the heart of our family. I remember the smell of earth on her hands and the pride she took in her rows of beans. Inspired by those memories, I decided to plant 17 different varieties of beans right in my front yard—a wild move, some might say, especially in our tidy North American suburb.
As I knelt in the soil, neighbors walked by, some smiling, others raising eyebrows. One even asked if I was starting a farm! It made me wonder: when did front yards become just patches of grass, instead of places for food and family stories? My parents’ generation saw lawns as a status symbol, but I see them as wasted potential. Beans, with their climbing vines and colorful pods, feel like a living tapestry—much more interesting than a uniform green lawn.
But there’s tension here. The HOA sent me a polite warning about keeping up appearances. Some neighbors love the idea, recalling their own childhood gardens, while others worry about property values or the look of the street. I can’t help but feel the tug between tradition and change, between what’s expected and what feels right for me and the planet.
Now, as the beans climb higher and the summer sun ripens their pods, I see children stopping to touch the leaves, elders sharing stories of their own gardens, and debates sparking at the mailbox. Maybe this little experiment is more than just about beans—it’s about reclaiming our spaces, bridging generations, and questioning what beauty really means in our communities.
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