Robert Brault is credited with saying “In every gardener there is a child who believes in the seed fairy.” This is so true.
I thought I would share with you how this child-at-heart plants a seed and then gleefully watches it become food. I had a little help from Evie and Shorty planting 3 rows of Scarlet Pinkeye peas on July 16. I also planted Purplehull peas on July 22 and 26, after I got the first bed re-weeded. In the foreground of row three, there’s an eggplant leftover from the spring garden.
This next photo was taken from the southern end of the garden because I was trying to minimize the view of all that sawdust I put in the walking path between rows 1 and 2. Weeds have nearly worked me to death this spring and summer so I’m trying all kinds of suggestions to minimize weeds. Somewhere I read to put sawdust on your garden and Farmpest, a reader of this blog, suggested installing newspaper before installing the leaf mulch. I have to beg for newspaper from anyone who will share it.
The sawdust has now been covered up and I began to photograph the peas from my porch at the northern end of the garden.
At five weeks, the peas had fallen over into the foot path, sprouted vines and begun to bloom. I don’t really like the flopping plants because a snake could be hiding in my foot path but the only alternative is to hammer stakes into either end of the row and run two strings down the row. I’m not even sure that would keep them in bounds.
Last summer, the pea plants continued to bloom and set peas. I’m not sure that will happen this year as we’ve had too much rain and the plants already look weak.
I have two stray cats who decided they wanted to live here early in 2012. The first cat, Big Foot, is no longer allowed on the porch by the second stray cat, Whiskey (short for Gray Whiskers). While I was picking peas, Whiskey, followed me into the pea patch. In my many years on this earth, I’ve never encountered such a needy cat. If I’m outside, he follows me around like a dog. He seemed unconcerned about the dangers lurking under all those pea plants but I was gingerly and carefully stepping through the jungle doing the swivel-head as I looked for snakes. If he wasn’t concerned about snakes, he should have been concerned about me. Had I seen a snake, I’d likely have trampled the poor cat in my haste to exit the pea patch. I wish those pea plants would stand up instead of lounging all over the garden rows. That’s probably going to happen like a lot of other things I’ve wished for that never came to pass.
Most of these are Scarlet Pinkeye peas because the feed store couldn’t get Purplehull Peas this year. I had only one packet of Ferry-Morse Purplehulls leftover from last summer. I actually found the Scarlet Pinkeyes easier to shell because the pod is softer. Momma and I sat on the porch and shelled peas until our thumbs turned blue. This batch was saved for the next day to give my poor old thumb time to recuperate:
These peas were some fine eatin’. Momma, Poppie and I enjoyed a big old pot of them and I have since shelled the peas you see above and plan to cook another pot o’ them tomorrow.