Awake at 5.00am with bird song and daylight seeping into my consciousness I took a stroll around the garden, damp with dew and fresh with the perfume of Spring.
Yesterday saw a massive downpour at lunchtime. Thunderous drum rolls and cascades of sheet rain seemed to have banged on the door of the sleeping peas and suddenly there are handfuls of little shoots with their curling tendrils reaching for support and pushing themselves from their earthy beds into the light. I love peas, straight off the plant, the pod popped open to reveal fat, juicy circles of taste. No better way to eat them (once they've been checked for invading caterpillars, of course). As I've succession planted them we should be provided with peas for weeks and weeks. They like a good watering to make them even juicier so yesterday was their wake up call. Luckily for them they don't have to go to work all day but can just bask in the sunshine and grow.
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