These beans belonged to my father-in-law Tim, who was a farmer before he migrated to Australia in the fifties.

He planted those beans every year and we often ate them at his table when we visited him.

This year he was killed in a car accident. The beans remind me of him and his life but they also represent my family. There is one for Tim, one for my husband Peter and another for our son Leo.

If you had ever seen them together you would know how strong that seed is.
Julie — St Kilda