Growing Peas

I had a dream

Not of a plum job,

jewels or dresses,

nor exotic experiences.

But of a backyard—

a sunny parcel of land

where I could grow things—

flowers and vegetables.

After a long wait,

I finally got one.

I was delirious with joy.

I nurtured the soil

with kitchen refuse,

turning the clay

into fertile black gold.

I planted pea seeds.

They sprouted—

sent out tendrils,

started climbing,

and soon they bloomed.

White flowers opened,

bees visited,

and pods followed.

Every other day,

my kids would take bowls

and pick the pods—

to munch raw,

or for mommy to cook.

It was so rewarding—

fresh and homegrown,

delicious and healthy.

This year’s vines

are just starting to grow.

I can see pods —

just a few weeks away.

I can’t emphasize enough

the joys and blessing of

growing own food.

Try it—

and feel proud.