Everything in the garden has such a small window of opportunity. Right now, we’re picking peas. We picked the first of them perhaps a week or so ago. But now we’re in the heart of of the harvest. We’ll get a pile off these vines every day now for perhaps another week or two.
We planted several different sorts of peas at several different points in late winter. I’m partial to Tall Telephone and Little Marvel, to name two. The hope, of course, was for an extended season as the different varieties ripened on different dates. The fact is that it doesn’t really seem to work that way. Their growth was incredibly slow until the heat hit about a month ago. Then they all shot up a few feet and put on flowers. In another week or so, the summer heat will do them in, the peas will get tough and mealy, and this delightful season will be over.
Peas are a funny vegetable. I don’t know too many people who are excited over them in the grocery store. I have one friend who loves canned peas. I guess that metallic tang reminds him of happier days or something. But he’s the odd duck.
Anyway, what you get in the grocery store has nothing to do with the satisfaction of twisting a pod off the vine, popping the husk, and plucking out the peas. Like anything in the garden, peas taste 100x better if you eat them where you pick them.
Readers chime in – What types do you grow in your garden? I’m curious, has anyone tried seeding them in late fall for an early spring harvest? You’d probably lose some to animals or rot, but I suppose you could just reseed where they don’t come up.