For two days it lay on my kitchen counter. Two greenish plants with bare roots, and no soil, that were laying on a damp paper towel inside a plastic baggie. The first day I barely noticed it sitting on the counter, and the second day I almost pitched it in the garbage. Sometimes I clean things up without comment, because it's so much faster. But instead, I asked what it was. "My beans!" My daughter exclaimed. "I need to plant them!" "Mom, where's the potting soil?" When a teenager asks you where...
For two days it lay on my kitchen counter. Two greenish plants with bare roots, and no soil, that were laying on a damp paper towel inside a plastic baggie. The first day I barely noticed it sitting on the counter, and the second day I almost pitched it in the garbage. Sometimes I clean things up without comment, because it's so much faster. But instead, I asked what it was. "My beans!" My daughter exclaimed. "I need to plant them!" "Mom, where's the potting soil?" When a teenager asks you where...
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