Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Peas!

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.




The frames are now being used to cover the broccoli and brussels sprouts. Maybe the children will eat those too!

Muriel and Lily- Four peas in a pod


Debbie's Novelty Knits - Peas in a pod.
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