Or you know- be terribly neglectful and then reward them after the fact in the hope that you can scam more beans from them.
Mr French bush bean here got a little tempest tossed by the Santa Ana winds last week. But he’s producing a ton of little beans and I can respect that.
I tossed some compost into his pot to try and prolong the season, and I harvested what I could.
Dang! It’s two plants in a pot that barely got over a foot in height! That’s a respectable amount of beans! I think after my years of struggling and enjoying pole beans I might be a bush bean convert. Now to see if I can get more beans into November.
You know, for science!
And for my tummy.
The Neanderthal Gardens 
You know . . . it really is autumn in the rest of the World . . . or at least the northern half of the rest of the World . . . okay, so maybe just the northern third that is not so close to the equator . . . Regardless, it is late for beans. (I do the same with tomatoes and summer squash though.)
It’s only autumn if I say it’s autumn! Actually now that the first few rains are showing up I suspect it’s winter but shh don’t tell nature that yet!
In this region, it is easy to miss autumn . . . or winter. It is like always summer here, with a few cool days, and maybe that strange wet stuff that occasionally falls from the sky. Like all that fog that San Francisco gets, but in bigger and wetter pieces.