Sunday, June 27, 2010

From The Garden With Love...

Poppy hates peas. I like them.

Needless to say, when I came home form the seed store at the first of April with a package of peas his excitement was not oozing forth in any way, shape, or form...but he relented and planted them.

Have you ever had the opportunity to eat peas fresh from the garden? Eating as you pick or just picking to eat them. Loading up your bowled shirt bottom or filling your pockets, running to lay on the grass in the shade of a tree, dumping them into a combined pile, children bursting with excitement as you rip into the crisp shell and run your finger down the row of delicate green orbs, to eat them individually  or, to save up a handful to gobble up all at once?

The anticipation of gathering garden produce is sometimes unbearable...

A few weeks ago we started gathering chives and a few baby carrots ~ all the while watching the blossoms on the pea plants...

Then last week it happened!

As we were chasing dragonflies, their dizzying waltz took us to the draped side of the raised garden wall where the pea pods hung, complete with the delicate line of tiny round shapes, at last visible...

The first was hastily plucked from the vine and rushed to show Poppy, who patiently sat shelling the better half the row, as they were skipped, danced and sprinted to him one-at-a-time, for an eager bright eyed pea lover to sit down and gently pluck each little pea lose from its confines, to be popped adoringly into the waiting mouth of a first time pea picker.

Oh! The kinds of love that can be...found in a garden!!
Smile and remember;
We're fool's whether we dance or not. So we might as well dance.

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