Edamame as in soybeans.
While the harvest is wonderful, there are a few missing players. My green beans were a flop. They were starting to form just as I left town for a week and temperatures during the day were in the high 90's.
They are small, starchy, and even the rabbits refuse to eat them. They are only good for the compost pile.
My sweet corn is also nothing to be proud of or write home about. "Dear Mom, I did not get good pollination in my little patch of corn and so the ripe ears are only partially filled out. I suppose I could still pick the corn, slice off what is good and cook it that way. Maybe I shall. Love, Carol".
Or maybe the corn will all end up in the compost bin with the green beans?
The compost bin is where all those plants go that didn't make it, or did make it and have finished their lifecycle. Here the right reverend Hortus Augustus McGarden* officiates at a memorial service every so often to honor those plants that served so well in the garden and those who did not serve so well. They are all treated the same. Hortus's dear mother, Granny Gus McGarden* provides the music. Then the worms and microorganisms take over and turn all of those dead plants into nutrient rich compost which I harvest and spread back on the garden for the next generation of plants.
And so the garden continues.
(*Hortus Augustus McGarden and Granny Gus McGarden are members of a large clan of garden fairies who live, work, and play mostly in the vegetable garden.)