The pre-kindergarten teachers at the school are brilliant and phenomenal gardeners. I am always blown away by the garden the preschool – kinder classes plant each year. CJ came home from school so excited that his little green bean seed had sprouted into a small plant. We spent a Saturday morning at Lowes and picked out a few pots and plants for the kids to use.
M was on her way to her very first friend sleepover, so CJ and I took the opportunity to go through the steps of moving his plant to its new home. The dogs gave him moral support as he gently transferred the stem to the clay pot. We spritzed it with some water and set it on the shelf so the puppy couldn’t destroy it.
CJ checked on it every day, gave it water and set it in the window so it could be in the sun. The weather is still unusually warm, so I brought the plant inside so it had a chance to survive. Everything was going well and I loved seeing the nurturing side of my son.
Sadly, this past weekend, the green bean plant met an untimely end. My husband and I were outside setting up our new tent when we hear a painful scream from inside the house. CJ ran out sobbing with the limp plant in his hand. Its roots dangled lifelessly as soil fell to the rocks below. He thought it would be a good idea to grab the stem and lift it up, which ended up breaking it in half and killing the plant.
He cried as hard as a kid would cry over their pet dying. I felt sad for him, but tried to explain why we can’t be rough with plants. They are delicate and require tender, loving, care.
There are some seeds sitting in packages in our garage. I think we’ll give it another try, but hopefully the plants don’t meet their end before they can bloom.