Love and Peas

Finally the peas are ready to be picked! I planted later this year. I've always tried to plant on St. Patrick's Day being a superstitious Welsh-Irish.  I've even come to the realization that the climate here on the Central Coast lends itself to, nearly, year round pea growing. Of all the vegetables that we plant I love the peas the best. Nothing is sweeter than a freshly picked pea.  They are so orderly in their pods.  


The very act of shelling the peas is a pleasant communal activity. My sweet dog, Hannah used to love peas as much as I.  I discovered this one June morning when I was picking the peas and tossing them in the basket.  Every now and then I'd check the basket and kept finding that I wasn't making much progress. At the sound of crunching I turned and saw Hannah a few feet away, carefully removed from my line of vision, happily munching away on the peas. She had a nice little stack of chewed pods in front of her. I also soon discovered that she learned how to pick them as well. From that time to our past season I had to fence in the peas.  Hannah passed in January this year. She lived well past the due date of such a large dog, sixteen.

So now peas are planted with sweet memories of our lovely girl Hannah and the anticipation of bountiful bowls of beautiful peas.

In bocca al lupo. m & v