On May 2, I planted peas.
They grew absolutely beautifully. In my opinion, peas are one of the loveliest of garden plants.
But there comes a point where you have to stop admiring and start picking. So, on July 24, I did just that.
The pods were plump and ripe...
...and an irresistible temptation to mice and chipmunks. Yep, better get picking.
I ended up with two large bowls.
Right away I turned around and stripped out the vines...
...and replanted. I may -- may -- be able to squeeze in another harvest in before winter.
I took my time shelling the peas. It's one of those pleasant pastimes I can do for a few minutes here or there between other chores.
Anytime I came across an excellent pod, I put it aside for next year's seed peas.
I ended up with almost five pounds of peas. For the time being I froze them, but I'll can them a little later in the season.
I'll let these peas dry for next year's seed.
And so the cycle continues.