Peas, pease as one of our archaic acquaintances would spell them, are in.
For the last week, I've been meditating on peas. For example, I picked for more than 3 hours this morning and Karen and I shelled for 3 hours this evening.
Don't laugh. One can get a lot of work done, stories and poems written, problems solved while meditating on peas. You could sing "On the Street Where You Live" a thousand times, or allow it to wiggle as a brainworm, endlessly.
"You might invite a friend over to help," says Virginia.
Right. See what happens?
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