It's pea time. Two garden beds have come to fruition, consuming 9 hours of yesterday's rest and much of this morning, leaving me to neglect weeding the corn, writing about financial reform....
"...and Virginia," says Virginia.
Yes, Virginia. My back feels as if it has done a lifting marathon, after bending over, kneeling on this knee then on that, sitting, squatting, trying every position I could think of to harvest those pods. I managed to stick 11 quarts of shelled peas in the freezer a couple hours ago, but I'm not half finished.
Pea pictures later, maybe. First, I want to show you a purple coneflower...before:
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