Back in May, Mum, Sarah and I were in Canadian Tire. And this caught Sarah's eye:
When we got home, we discovered that it came with seeds...which Sarah wanted to plant.
And then they never watered them again.
I watered all the little pots. Every night. I even (briefly) contemplated planting the pumpkins in my gardens to give them a fighting chance. But I decided not to because they take up too much space, and Bethie had already suckered me in to planting a watermelon that I am sure won't thrive. Most of the beans made it into the garden though.
There were some beans still remaining in the little pots. I stopped watering them. They were a nuisance, and a hassle, and an eye sore. Finally, I decided to throw them out. And that's when I saw that they had produced beans.
Once informed, the children rushed out to pick the beans.
And then it occurred to me: I did the vast majority of the work.
This is sort of like the story of The Little Red Hen...but with a socialist twist.