my son, the green thumb

My mom gave Mason some packages of seeds for his birthday because that's what he wanted. Because the boy loves growing things. Because he's a green thumb.

So, without ANY assistance from me whatsoever, as i would have surely destroyed the whole operation with my very black thumbs, Mason planted his variety of seeds in the old plastic pool I gave him last summer for his garden.
He dug the holes. He planted the seeds. He watered them faithfully. He even had the smarts to say at one point, "Oh, I better water my plants good today because we're going out of town." Do most seven year olds think like that?

So, after two months of watering, bug duty, and numerous "come-see-the-new-leaf,-Mom!" sessions, it is now time for the harvest. Mason is quite proud of his crops.

Now, if anyone could give me a recipe that calls for about 7 green beans, that'd be great. Because, as it turns out, one solitary green bean plant doesn't produce a whole heck of a lot at one time. :)