I last visited the beans on September 19. The plants were heavy with pods but only a few were ready to harvest. So I picked them and put them in the glove box of the car where I promptly forgot about them until yesterday. Well, no harm, all's well, a handful of dry shiny beans emerged. The beans are in a quart jar since I'm working on being a more optimistic person. Meanwhile I'm told by my local contacts that frost has held off, though temps have dipped perilously low. I'll go up on Columbus Day weekend to pull the plants come hell or hurricane and let 'em dry as they are. Cassoulet calls. Optimism, folks, optimism.