I think it's finally starting, folks! The first of the shell peas were ready today . . .
. . . and I picked and picked and picked.
Then inside I came to shell them which is a task I don't mind at all. For me, picking is the hard part. Once again, out in the garden, particular muscles of mine were used (and abused) that haven't been exercised since . . . well, maybe since last pea picking time.
How much did these three huge bowls full yield when all was said and done? When the little peas had been liberated from their pods and been blanched and packaged for the freezer? Seven meals worth. Yeah, I totally understand why some gardeners chose not to fool with shell peas. Seems like a bit much work for such little yield. Yet we love fresh frozen garden peas to eat all through the winter months, and it's not like I'm trying to preserve enough for a family of six. (Arrgh, now that would be a job!) It's just the two of us, and for us it's worth it.
This was just the first picking of the first ones I planted. (Can you believe it's mighty close to the middle of August and the peas are just now coming in? Such a strange gardening year.) There are plenty more on the vines that haven't plumped up yet. (I got a little carried away this year and did two successive plantings after the first one of shell peas. I'm starting to think I may actually succeed in having enough to put up this year!)
I went out to check on the raspberries after dinner tonight. I found I certainly could have picked more of them today, but by then was out of time. I'll get them tomorrow.
On my way to the raspberry patch, I walked through the blueberries and was very surprised to see there are quite a few of them that are ripe. Wow, that seemed to happen overnight. Looks like blueberry picking will be on the list tomorrow, too.
All of a sudden, it seems like harvest time in the garden has really truly actually begun!