I am so grateful for Sweetwater Farm. We loved ourselves and our lives there, we learned to love growing food there, we made Zelda there. And this past weekend, I think it reminded us of what we had forgotten.
So, the peas are too close together. I planted too early; the succession didn't work; they are all bearing together, right now. Some of the english peas got so sick.
Eight of them. Two for Jojee, and six left for us. We'll trade or harvest the males by winter, keep four or five girls to feed us through the cold. Grow, babies, grow.
