The End

If I were a farmer, I have a feeling that this would be a pretty lean thanksgiving. All in all I produced 8 sad small pitiful looking beans, which I wouldn't want anywhere near my mouth. I think I could conclude that I failed in my expectations of bean growing. It required a lot more care than I thought it would, and who knew that leaving beans out in the below freezing nights, and not watering them for a week would harm them. They were weak.
But alas I am thankful that I didn't have to depend on my beans for food, income, or even a grade. I think the hardest part was giving them sunlight when the colder times approached. They are now withered stalks of browness hiding behind our trashcan.