People ask why I bother to do all the work of growing peas in my garden. Sure, I could buy a bag of Green Giant peas in the grocery freezer section. They were grown on huge tracks of artificially weeded and fertilized agricultural land. Or I can buy a small bulk bag of organic pea seeds, scrounge up a few poles and leftover fencing, put them into the cool ground. In July, I wander into the garden with my coffee early in the morning, picking a pod off the vines to eat, testing the ripeness. Then later, I shell them while sitting on the veranda in the afternoon heat, sipping something cold, and in the evening blanching and freezing the precious green veggie to add to made-from-scratch meals the following winter. This is the kind of magic that if you haven't done it, you can not understand it. There is no work like this that is a waste of time or energy.


