I’m pulling up the first bed of peas we planted. They are past their prime, and I only found about a dozen stragglers to pick before cutting them down, but I can’t help feeling sad to see them go… a whole lifetime over in just a few weeks. Beautiful, productive, delicious weeks, ending at the height of summer.
It’s a turning point, from the cooler, moister crops of spring and early summer to the warmer, dryer crops heading into fall. The bed is now a clean slate, ready for some pepper transplants