Snapping Greenbeans (different)

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remincing of summers past while snapping greenbeans

Submitted: June 15, 2010

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Submitted: June 15, 2010



I sat in my chair over looking the front lawn; a bucket of fresh green beans at my side and two bowls at my feet. The shade of the grand oak tree I can still faintly remember planting made the sun flicker whenever the wind would blow.

Children could be heard laughing in tune with the clicking of a sprinkler. No doubt like the one sticking up from my front yard right now.

My hands rhythmically broke the green beans; each tiny snap brought a little smile to my face.

One snap. I broke off the stem.
Two snap. Break off the bottom.
Three crack. I broke it in half dropping the ends in one bowl and the middles into the other.

I looked down in the bowls by my feet and saw some ends scattered into the middles, and the middles lying atop the ends. As gracefully as I could I lifted myself from my chair to kneeling beside the bowls.

Listening to the sounds of summer I picked out the green beans. Last oneIpopped one in my mouth, its soft skin squeaking against the skin of my teeth like the wheel of a bicycle left in the rain.

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