I borrowed the pun from my daughter. Below is a sample of her picking.

I’m waiting for someone to write an ode to beans—green beans, yellow beans and purple beans. Yes, we had them in abundance this year.

The purple beans were especially abundant, hanging in clusters. I lost track of how many gallons I picked of them and the green.
It’s nice to look in my freezer and see enough beans to eat all winter long but I can’t say I am sorry for the rain and wind that might have put an end to the plants.
I did find one poem that says a little of how I feel about my beans:
ODE TO BEANS BY JASON PIPER
Oh, my beautiful bean collection
How I love thee, in all your perfection.
I see your multitudes of shapes, sizes and colors.
And I think how could this be.
That no one in the world has experienced this joy
This joy you have brought to me.
I love your beautiful colors, shapes and sizes
I treasure you all, like my little prizes.
The world deserves to see, this beauty I see.
I will spend my waking hours displaying your splendor
Devoted to you in homage for life, I will be.
Little do they know the qualities you, my little beans possess
Your hard exteriors glow with such amazing colors they do impress.
Colors of the rainbow, reds, blues, greens, purples and a multitude of others do they show.
Though, seemingly impenetrable at first, but only with a little water
You become a gift of life and start to grow.
Giving nutrients straight from mother earth.
This is why I love you so, my beautiful beans.
I will spread you on my bed at night, look and marvel at thee…
Like a proud father I will gloat
But, when I fall asleep with you,
I pray, I don’t inhale you, or certainly I will choke.
Oh, my beautiful beans, how I love thee.
Have you bean busy? lol