Monday, November 21, 2011
Here's a very weathered look to a local roadside stand. In the 34 years I've driven by it summers and falls, I have never seen it open for business. Slowly but surely, it's making its way to the ground. It's in the middle of nowhere. There isn't a farm in sight for miles. Kind of a mystery, if you ask me. Mom attempted quite a few gardens over the years, with not much success. However, she often stopped at roadside stands in the afternoon for tomatoes, string beans and corn. The job of snipping the string beans for dinner always seemed to fall to me. I kind of enjoyed the task, always knowing that her creamed beans would find their way to the table that night. I always made sure I saved room on my Thanksgiving plate for that cream-style staple. Beans!