So we planted these "magic beans" a few weeks back on the first sunny day. Zach had been given one of these a couple of years ago and it was so much fun to watch it grow and reveal the magic word that I was suckered into getting more.
Now I have never pretended to be a gardner, or know anything about plants, or even like gardening. But how hard could it be?! The boy scooped soil into little pots, dug little holes, plopped the beans in, and they are inside in a sunny place pampered and watered and such.
Was it something I said? Do the beans know that gardening is not my thing and they are mocking me. Not one little sprig of green has popped through our pots of dirt. Not one. Maybe I need a wand?