Last year I planted beans and peas (among other things). I gave each plant it’s very own pole to climb up. I spaced them out neatly and was sure that I would have an orderly harvest at the end of the year. Oh how wrong I was. The peas and beans rejected my poles and climbed each other instead. This made for a very low harvest in the peas – we managed one meal of peas.
Good and bad news in the garden this week. First, we harvested the first round of peas and green beans. We ate the peas on Monday night – tastiest peas I’ve ever eaten, even though I didn’t cook them quite long enough. The green beans were Wednesday night and just as fresh as I remember from growing up with Grandma’s garden.
A quick tangent. I once got grounded because I spent the afternoon eating the beans out of Grandma’s garden and didn’t have room for dinner.