Reginald Bucher is pensioner. After all the eager years of the activity he has earned himself to enjoy his retirement.
In a little place he lives very in seclusion now and has rented out his real house and lives in his allotment in the arbour. Here he grows everything necessary which he needs so for the life. And he fetches the couple of things once a week in the place which he cannot grow. To this he snatches himself be bicycle, hangs his hanger made and cycles about to the individual shops, everything loads himself and drives again into his allotment arbour without also only entering into contact with a man.
He does not already need contact much and human not at all. He was too often disappointed in his life in that he would be interested in it today to talk with the conceited and snooty people only, too. They should his peace him leave and he had this made clear to them already for a long time.
They should his peace him leave and he had this made clear to them already for a long time. This cemetery was not used any more but since it was
available now once, one let it in this place. No-one cared about it, neither the city fathers nor the inhabitants of the town. And he overgrew visibly so.
Reginald meant much with his garden, to the cemetery around which it was not surprising either that it could be seen on this now and then. It collected different herbs for teas and spices. This was not good for its reputation in this arbour colony at all. The person living here spares that more as only suspicious he lived back dragged into himself but it was to knock around also on the cemetery which is old and covered by horrifying stories. Therefore it was not this one it did not have any friends in this town but avoided always more in a neighbouring town here were one couple of people to remain averse with it in contact. It went to them from time to time and was then gossiped about everything under the sun and of course alcohol also flowed in considerable measure. It was more than only understandable that such meetings did not take place too often. None of these people was alcoholic and therefore everyone needed again and again after such a meeting sufficient relaxation to regenerate
himself.
Reginald also was more than knocked down after such a meeting. On the day following on this he could be used for nothing. On the contrary, he all day long spent getting rid of his hangover again.
But his lodger had hardly moved, the vegetables it went again to its work weed, or lawn cuts, everyone who arose in an allotment works.
It decided one morning again to look for herbs since it hardly then had tea and went like always on the old cemetery. Actually there was everything like always. He crept between the graves around, looked into those corner and this, however, found no herbs. As well as if one would have gone through with a scythe and would have cut everything down. Rage climbed in him. How could people be and butcher everything in such a destructive way only in such a way? Everything was rolled down, no stalk stood more besides the other one.
So stood out a grave also paints for it with the first one, on which tall plants stood. Before, it had
never seen these. It approached her, took the leaves into its hand and had to notice they were velvet-soft. It had how never seen it of a bright green. However the fruits, the leaves had forms as it did not know them these hung on it, resembled very strongly the bean plant. It broke off a fruit, smelled it and noticed to its astonishment the smell also resembled that one of a bean. Also when the thought it broke it right through the middle and the inside looked at itself always more came, for it it only could be a new bean way of which it had neither heard nor seen.
It most quickly ran home, fetched a spade and plastic foil, went onto the cemetery again, dug up one of these plants and took them with home. It wrapped them up so that in the plastic foil nothing happened to the roots. He looked for a particularly protected place in his garden and it planted. He reaped the couple of ripe fruits as of, took them along and prepared as normal beans it at once.
This had happened, he still had prepared himself a small piece of meat and potatoes to this, he sat down at the table and tried the beans after. He had to admit to his astonishment, they had a far
better taste as all beans he had ever grown or else bought. Full of pride in having something like that found fine, he smiled in front of himself to and got stuck into the last beans.
Reginald completely contentedly lay down on its straw rack since the evening had gushed in and fell asleep.
As the morning dreaded it went into its garden again. It wanted to look after the beans and bad, the plant were not astonished lay half withers on the ground. Reginald fell slowly on the knees, she took tenderly between his fingers and asked herself why she had come in well. He dug her up and looked at the roots. These were coloured deep brown, she had not dug up like him. He ran fast onto the cemetery to the said grave.
He noticed today, this grave looked actually fresh. Why had he not noticed this on the day before? But this should not disturb him further because it could not be freshly, since the plant already bore fruits, so it had already to stand here longer. Alone the name could not be recognized any more, the time already had the date washed out, too the
here reclining figures.
Reginald examined the plants remained remainingly more exactly, he did not notice, a new plant was in full splendour and flower at the place in which he had dug up the other one yesterday. He wanted to take a new plant along again. But he was cleverer this time. He saw of the earth, this plant was which buckets also unite, perhaps it lay that the other plant had died with him. But before he covered the roots with a foil again, he looked more exactly on the roots.
He noticed the reddish discolouration of the roots this time. He stopped a small piece, saw on the break and some drops of the liquid which were stored in the root dripped for him on the hand.
He took the drops and rubbed them between two of his fingers, the liquid felt a little tough. The smell of the liquid reminded him of ....... „No, this cannot really be. I think my senses play a trick on me there.“ It wiped its hand at the trousers, looked the plant, the earth and its tool went into its garden again, chose another place this time and planted it with all care and love together with
the reaped earth. He hoped now to be more lucky this time.
But the next morning showed him something else. Lay again this plant withers on the ground. And he did not know any explanation again. What should he do? Should he fetch a plant again and still start other tests? He did not know so properly what he should think of it. But giving up? No, he was not ready to this give up.
He had a book in his hut over plants. Also an old book if but after all he had already learned quite a number of important by this book. He looked under beans, he read exactly the period and had to admit himself had not made any mistakes. So why not wanted this plant to thrive at him?
He went, went and stood to the cemetery, he was not badly astonished in front of the grave and this when he remarked the plants got more but regenerated again and again.
„Works this as ..... . as? This is completely impossible anyway. Do for certain plants grow again but with this speed? No, this is impossible.“
He sat down and brooded whether he had heard before or even read something like that. So much but he rummaged about also in the memory, he could not remember having heard or read something like that ever. So this was what for a plant. It smelled like a bean, it it liked like such a one, alone the appearance resembled it very strongly. So why should it not be a bean then?
He still wanted to start a test, took a plant again and dug it in in his garden. Also the next day, this plant was but like within the days before, broken. What did it have with this ground on which it grew on itself in the cemetery?
He had nothing else left but to leave the plants on the grave and to reap the fruits always there. In the reason, also not cared about it. Whether it caught up with the harvest in its garden now or else on the cemetery did not matter because. It had to go on longer way to fetch the beans the only one.
To meet his as it once friends wanted again, Reginald took sufficient beans along to also have anybody taste them. It did not want to live on this
marvellous plant alone but also let others participate in it.
It prepared the beans it was used like it at itself at home, for the other ones to and this served them. All of you were not astonished badly, these beans what for an excellent taste showed and asked it where it has this breeding from. It told them about it experienced after that.
„I think, you get crazy again or your nose hung around too low in the glass. A plant which grows only on a grave, there is not this anyway at all. Do not tell us any fairytales here.“ One of its friends teased. There for certain was no sound reason that a plant only determined property on one or could wax area. One already had heard of it, plants would not grow everywhere, since the ground was not particularly good or else the climate was not suitable for it. But a plant wax this one only on a grave would, this was more than implausible.
"But if I tell it to you. This plant grows only on this old grave. I already have tried out several corners of my garden, I have taken even the earth of the grave along. But everything helped nothing, the next day the plant was broken." Reginald tried to
defend himself.
"You can tell us much but I can and will not believe this."
Everyone of his friends shook with the head. Reginald also had difficulties in believing it. But it behaved now once so. And he did not let himself of it be dissuaded, therefore Reginald invited to all his friends to pay him a visit to look at this miracle.
"You were anyway already no more with me for a long time. Spends a couple of days with me and I will prove you I have not lied." The other agreed and one arranged an appointment so for the coming weekend with Reginald.
Having a temperature Reginald expected the weekend. When the Friday had approached everyone span almost at the same time. A joyful hello went round and they made it to themselves comfortable once over a cup of coffee and Reginald's home-baked cake.
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