I dreamed the cucumbers were talking back

I was kneeling in the greenhouse, pruning, and one of them — a fat, green thing with a stem like a tiny neck — said, 'You never watered me properly.' I didn’t know what to say. Then the whole row turned their faces toward me, all of them whispering about root rot and poor drainage. I woke up sweating, but not from heat. It was the way they looked at me — not angry, just… disappointed. Like I’d forgotten something important. The worst part? I still haven’t checked the soil moisture.