The first of the peas have finally come to our table.
I planted them a bit late, like early April, so it's taken a while to enjoy them on our plates. The purple pod peas and the pretty purple pea flowers on the vines are a bonus in the garden amongst all that green.
They've run out of climbing space, but in my mind the peas were really an experiment. I've never grown them before, and I can't recall my dad growing them in our garden either when I was little. I've definitely learned to make more space around them and to use taller runners, which I'll do next year.
This morning I sat and shelled the peas, enjoying the delicious feel of popping them out of the shells. Something about it reminds me of a zipper.
We should have enough for our dinner tonight to go along with the grilled salmon and brown rice that I'm mentally preparing.
I now understand why some people eat their peas one at a time--all that shelling is a lot of work! Here's to savoring the small things in life, one at a time.