Our second season is starting.
I’m not sure if we ever have spring…
Or perhaps we have two.
Peas have yet to make it into the house before being devoured. I planted twice as many this year. This is about a quarter of them. I still have no hope that any will cross the threshold into the kitchen. (I’m ok with this.)
Whichever season you’re in or entering into, I hope you find it’s joy..
And it’s bounty.
I purchased seeds years ago and sowed them. Flop.
I sowed them again.
Flop.
I gave up and moved onto something else.
And then…
Pop.
They grew and grew and grew. Four years they grew until it came time to move. I packed up the fallen seeds and went on my bittersweet way.
I brought seeds years ago and waited. I waited until their cousins bloomed and waited. I waited until their cousins grew older and dried up and let their spent petals fall.
I sowed my traveling seeds and waited.
Pop.
plumdirt 