AWHILE ago, when renting, we spent a year without a garden. In many ways, it was a refreshing break from the commitments a garden presents, offering the chance to daydream about what I’d like to do in our next garden and work out what I could do without. In other ways, it was a special torture, being denied the simple pleasures that come from a patch of your own. I was perhaps most surprised by the absence of the everyday, unglamorous familiars of the vegetable patch, and none more so than broad beans.
