Being pretty on the inside means you don't hit your brother and you eat all your peas - that's what my grandma taught me.
Lord Chesterfield
I've finally managed to grow some peas. After years of trying, I'm not a giver upper! I've finally produced some edible peas. Granted not enough to fill a bag from the shop but enough to wander down the garden and pop a few fresh pods straight in. If you haven't eaten fresh peas you must try it.
The experience is intensified by the pop of the pod followed by a sweet taste sensation.
As a little girl I remember sneaking into Grandad's garden to eat the fresh peas. He moaned but I think it was for show. I'm doing the same with my own children now. They won't eat frozen ones but will eat a handful of these.
Sadly this year, I have inherited Grandad's old pea frames and as I said bizarrely I've finally grown some peas. Coincidence? A helping hand? Happy memories.
Your plants look great, mine are nowhere near as far on yet and the slugs/snails got half my beans:(
ReplyDeleteHave you tried egg shells around them. I've had an excess of egg shells this year thanks to my new chickens and that seems to have worked a bit.
ReplyDeleteAverilpam - slugs and snails love beer... my parents dig small holes in the earth, put tubs with a bit of beer in them and let the slugs crawl in. Their theory is that at least the slugs die happy!
ReplyDeleteYou're so lucky to have a piece of ground for planting - I love fresh peas!
Love it the tip but a bit of a waste of good beer. I could always use another excuse for drinking Corona though. More bottles for melting.
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