"So what would you like me to grow?" I ask the younger child.
"Peas." She smiles at me.
Peas. This is a good start. I love fresh picked peas - straight from the pod - tender and sweet. It reminds me of my own childhood, sitting with my Gran in the June sunshine podding peas - one for the pot and one for me. The kids love peas too, although whenever I give them peas to shell I come back to find nothing but satisfied children and a pile of empty pods.
"Good I'll grow a row of peas," I say. "What else."
"More peas."
There seems to be a bit of a theme here. It's fine though - I've already got some peas going in the greenhouse - I picked up a tray of them at the local hardware store a couple of days ago.
"Okay, two rows of peas then," I say.
"No, three rows."
Hmm, could be tricky. I don't just want to grow peas. Some other things would be nice. I decide not to press the issue.
A bit later I pop down to my greenhouse and I find that someone has been busy. There are lots of little pots rowed up inside that weren't there earlier, all filled with soil and each bearing a neat little plant label.
I look closer to see what she's been planting. Yes, you've guessed it.
Looks like I'm going to be growing lots of peas this year.
The potential to be interesting
23 hours ago
Awwww
ReplyDeleteMushy peas. I absolutely adore mushy peas!
And they have pretty little flowers before they become all pea-like?
So yay for your little peas gardener!!
More peas please!
:-)
Take care
x
yum peas !
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