Last year I planted beans and peas (among other things). I gave each plant it’s very own pole to climb up. I spaced them out neatly and was sure that I would have an orderly harvest at the end of the year. Oh how wrong I was. The peas and beans rejected my poles and climbed each other instead. This made for a very low harvest in the peas – we managed one meal of peas. The beans… well… I have no idea which pods were from which plants. Consequently many of them were picked at the wrong stage of ripeness. I don’t know which ones I liked or anything. It was a tangled mess.
Good and bad news in the garden this week. First, we harvested the first round of peas and green beans. We ate the peas on Monday night – tastiest peas I’ve ever eaten, even though I didn’t cook them quite long enough. The green beans were Wednesday night and just as fresh as I remember from growing up with Grandma’s garden.
A quick tangent. I once got grounded because I spent the afternoon eating the beans out of Grandma’s garden and didn’t have room for dinner. Can you believe it – I actually got in trouble for EATING my veggies.