A couple years ago, Don built me some beds for peas.
Last summer was so hot and dry -- and we got the peas planted so late -- that nothing grew (peas like cooler weather). But this year Younger Daughter and I got the peas planted in late April.
In late June I trellissed them, giving them some fencing to climb up.
By mid-July, they were beautiful.
So Younger Daughter and I went out to pick. Since we only had the two small beds, we only got two bowls full. (The blueberries will be a separate post.)
I like shelling peas. It's something I can do for a few minutes here, a few minutes there.
I pulled aside any pods that were dry to save as seed.
I also pulled aside some exceptionally beautiful pods for seed as well.
Altogether I ended up with a modest 2.5 lbs. of peas, which I bagged up and froze until such time as I have enough items to can.
Meanwhile, I think (hope!) I have enough time for another planting of peas. So I went out to the pea beds and stripped off the remaining peas I'd missed before, which I later shelled and saved for seed.
Then I pulled up all the vines...
...and planted some more peas.
Around here, it's a chancy thing to plant a second planting of anything, even a cool-loving plant like peas. We'll see what happens.