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Give Peas A Chance

 I’ve never bothered growing peas before because, on a domestic scale, they take a lot of time, effort and space for very modest returns. However, this year, in the spirit of ‘Let’s Grow Everything!’ I sowed some seeds in March, planted them out mid-April and today, picked the first of the harvest! 


Just a couple of handfuls. There are more to come, of course, but, like the raspberries (which we started picking earlier in the week) they start slow and then rev up production as the days go by. 

Shelling the peas took me back to my Gran’s kitchen where she would park me on the back door step with a large colander of peas to pod for dinner. Oh, the satisfaction of a perfect ‘pop’ from a nicely fat pod. The thrill of counting the number of peas inside, all nestled together in their snug green bed. The occasional moment of  ‘eurghhhh….’ when the pod revealed a little maggoty worm creature that had got their first for a pea feast. And the joy of eating a fresh, raw pea - so different to anything frozen, boiled or canned.


Just about enough for one serving today. Which Andy and I shall share with a sprig of mint. Lovely! I took the pods to Edith and Sidney, you know, as a treat, a delicacy. Sidney immediately ate the leaf from one of the pods but ignored the pod itself. Edith sniffed and poked at them as if to say, ‘What fresh hell is THIS?’ I’ve left them to decide whether they are going to deign to eat them or not. Fussy bunnies…

The patio start day has been delayed until Friday now, or possibly the following Monday. Danny the Landscaper emailed full of apologies for another date set back. He’s experiencing delays on some materials at the moment which means his current job is over-running. I emailed back and said it was fine, and I understood the problem given how the world seems to have lost the plot in many ways these days. Besides, the extra couple of days will give me a chance to tidy up the courtyard and pot up my home grown bedding plants for a magnificent ‘New Patio Display.’

His Lordship Malarkey and I are going to test drive some new patio furniture, too. Table and chairs, sturdy and comfy yet classy and elegant. Just like us! 

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Anonymous said…
That’s it! I’m coming over. As a kid I use to love shelling peas and eat them too!
KJ
14 June 2022 at 05:18
Denise said…
It’s one of life’s lovely things, isn’t it KJ?
14 June 2022 at 19:14
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