Until they're gone, at least, and then I somehow manage.
But that's what is so great about eating from the garden--you get to experience vegetables in their rightful season. And let me tell you, when peas are in their season, you don't want to miss it.
Peas are a cool-season vegetable, which means they don't like hot weather. And that means I have to plant them in late winter to give them enough time to produce before summer sets in.
Eventually they find something to grasp onto, and traditionally it's sticks that gardeners stick in the soil by the plants so the vines twist around the branches. It's all very picturesque and also incredibly functional.
Wish I'd taken a photo of that. Oh well, at least I got a photo of this:
This is probably my most favorite part...it all seems so elegant, and since peas aren't even close to being known as an elegant vegetable, I feel the need to point this out.
I occasionally am compelled to defend a vegetable with a bad rap.
I guess we all fight for something.
I like to eat them straight from the vine as I'm working in the garden. They make a nice crunchy snack, and I tend to get a little snacky while I'm working.
It's so monotonous and tedious...And I'm so impatient and whiny.
But shelling peas is a necessary task, because late spring just wouldn't be late spring without this:
Although, come to think of it, I myself have been known to scream quite loudly, especially while shelling peas...but I usually scream different words than that.
We all have our moments.
And thankfully, the only thing I feel like screaming at the moment is, "Pass the peas, please!"
But I should probably use my inside voice at the supper table.