We waited and waited,
at last it was time...
the harvest,
peas, tender and sweet...
Sophia and Grampa Gary picked 'em,
Sophia and Aunt Sara hulled 'em,
Grama Beth cooked 'em on the stove for lunch...
Yum yum!
"There's no hurry."
According to her mother, when my two year old granddaughter, Sophia saw last week's photo of the progress of her pea patch, she said: "They are growing taller. I want to see another one to see if it's smaller. I want to see if the other one is bigger. I want to see them when I go in July!" Grampa Gary thought that was a Seuss-like comment if there ever was one, and then I wrote this little poem for you, Sophia:
Peas Please
I want to see those yummy peas.
I want to see them, "Pretty Please?"
I want to see them, yes, I do.
I want to see them in a stew.
I want to see them up and down.
I want to see them in your town.
I want to see them very soon.
I want to see them on the moon.
I want to see them here and there.
I want see them everywhere.
I want to see them, yes I do.
May I come and visit you?
Of course!
"There's no hurry."
Here's a special purple pea flower...
Do you think the peas will be purple too?
Sophia's pea patch is making progress. We're hoping that some
of the harvest will wait until Sophia's visit during 4th of July week.
Peas... "There's no hurry."
It's a good thing that lizards don't eat peas for breakfast. Sophia's peas are safe... whew!
"There's no hurry."
Yesterday they looked like this:
We'll probably have peas for the 4th of July!
"There's no hurry."
Spring has finally sprung in Michigan and here's the evidence:
Two year old Sophia and her Grampa Gary planted peas together a month ago. The little sprouts waited patiently for our annual spring blizzard to melt and popped up over the weekend. Temperatures were in the mid-70's. Heavenly!
"There's no hurry."
