If you wrap a few beans in a plastic bag, label the package with a
The closest thing to wild in our local Shop-Rite is the fresh fish department. A wise fishmonger who knows his stuff will wrap your chosen critter in a plain wrapper, eyes still attached.
Two years ago I bought a package of Goya beans. Each child planted a bean or two (well, a few planted 17 or more, though their plants did not fare well in their tiny 8 oz Styrofoam cup planters).
The children did not believe anything would grow--it was food. It came from the grocery store.
Once the beans sprouted, I frequently reminded the students that the plants were growing bigger using the carbon dioxide they themselves had released from mitochondria deep inside their own cells.
When we weren't looking, some sex occurred in the classroom. Maybe a stray bee wandered in the classroom, may some grains of pollen got knocked loose when I moved the tray, but Jaleesa's plant grew a bean pod.
CO2 + H2O + sunlight = food
I asked Jaleesa if she wanted to eat her bean.
Yechhhh!I reminded the class their breath provided a good portion of the carbon dioxide now transformed into sugars in the plant.
"Anybody else want it?"
You really gonna eat it Dr. D?Water and breath, water and breath, water and breath.
"If no one else wants it, I will"
And I did.
The class was stunned, as though I was eating their breath.
And in a way I was.
I keep religion out of my classroom, but at that moment, Holy Communion came to mind. I kept silent, except for my happy munching.
Wendell Berry, a farmer and, I believe, a prophet,
inspired this with an essay on the necessity of wildness in his essay
"The Body and the Earth" from The Unsettling of America.
inspired this with an essay on the necessity of wildness in his essay
"The Body and the Earth" from The Unsettling of America.
The bean drawing is from Clipart ETC, a service of Florida's Education Technology Clearinghouse; the Goya bag is from the Plumgood Food website
