Here, looking more like a nest of vipers than a plate of beans, are the first of the crop.
Unlike us humans (human beans?) colour doesn't matter a jot and these beans, green and black have coexisted, side by side, in the same bed and will continue to do so even onto the plate.
I couldn't resist this, which I entitled, memorably, 'Waiting for the plums to ripen.jpg':
However, the moment my back was turned, a plum had been snatched and was speedily snarfed.
Strictly speaking these plums are Mirabelles - and anyone who's been to France in late summer/early autumn will have found the tiny golden fruit piled high on market stalls, lying be-wasped under trees and enjoyed delicious Tarte aux Mirabelles. If the brown dog leaves us any that will be something we'll be enjoying too.
Incidently, I caught the white dog grazing on the tomatoes in the greenhouse. (Bad Dog!) As if the normal run of pests and diseases weren't enough to contend with......