Every time I shell peas I remember doing it as a kid, sitting on our big cement step, pinging peas into the black roasting pan. Cheri would start telling some wild tale and right in the middle of it we'd realize she hadn't touched a pea since "Once upon a time".
Lettuce wasn't a big crop at our house when I was little because the rabbits always sheared it off. So Dave and I built a Mr. McGregor-style garden to keep the rabbits out of all the nibbly vegetables. And then Peter Rabbit did visit; we could see where he tried to get under the fence. Happily for my sanity, I didn't find a wriggling bunny caught in the wire by the button of his overalls since I still haven't recovered from the possum-on-the-porch incident.
I planted marigolds all around this smaller garden to keep the bugs out, and I'm very proud of them because I started them all from seeds I collected last fall and only lost the few that Miss Kitty napped on. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be deterring the cabbage butterflies very much, and we're having to keep an eye out for caterpillars on the cabbages. I can't wait for the broccoli which actually tastes pretty sweet when it doesn't have to be picked early and wrapped in cellophane.
I feel a little mean at not giving the bunnies a chance at the kale and carrot tops, but, like me with a box of chocolate almond ice cream, they don't know when to stop.
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