If I actually get to harvest any snow peas this year, it will be nothing short of a miracle.
Rearing them has been a struggle from the start. First, thinking I was smart, I decided to sow my pea seeds early–inside–in the hopes of possibly harvesting a crop much sooner than last year. (It was July before I actually saw one darn pea on any of my plants). So, they got leggy, stretched too far, and got slightly scorched by my grow light.
No worries, though, “peas are tougher than you think” everyone here at the office reassured me. Then I decided to harden them off, and inadvertently left them outside during a torrential rainstorm. Once they stopped floating, I thought it would be best to put them into the garden immediately, before I got another chance to kill them.
All was peaceful in the world of peas for a few days, until I heard a commotion outside the other morning and peered through my window to see a flock of geese plucking the seedlings out of the ground. Are you kidding me? !@#$%$^%$@! I ran outside, in my pajamas, screaming obscenities and flailing my arms to scare the marauders out of the garden. In my rage, I failed to notice my next door neighbor standing outside with her small children, waiting for the bus. Don’t think their family will be attending our Christmas party this year.
Does anyone else feel like it’s going to be a really long gardening season?