this post is somewhat incomplete with a photo but i didn’t get a photo yet and it has to be said. my garden is filling me with joy and strangely enough, also, with pride. my sugar snap peas have me totally enthralled. they are taller than i am and right now they are ripe and sweet and perfect. while i was away they came into their own and now i can just walk out there whenever i feel like it and have a snack. a sweet, crispy, green, fresh, homegrown, tasty, healthy, sugar snap snack.
i am in love. i am in love with the flavor but i am way more in love with the act. i grew these. flash and my dad built the garden, beanie helped me plant the seeds, and actual sugar snap peas grew. they are out in my yard. they are food. i am not sure, in my blogging, if my deep love of food has come through clearly and i know that right now is not the moment to wax on about it. i am one of those people who literally lives from meal to meal, just dreaming up what the next wonderful thing i eat will be. when i say i worship dill i don’t mean i kind of like how it tastes i mean that when it crosses my mind and i think of all the things it can do i salivate and i also feel at home. food grounds me, centers me, inspires me, and nourishes me.
to have grown some of my own food is new to me. this is my first vegetable garden and these sugar snap peas are some of my first harvest and when i bring them in to flash and say, “taste this,” i am saying it with pride. with my heart full of goodness. the sugar snap peas we get through our vegetable farm csa are just as flavorful and sweet but they are not infused with my own pride. slowly but surely i am turning into a down home kind of mama. i lay awake at night, restless and unable to sleep because i am thinking about making my own cheese. learning how to can a few things. someday making my own dilly beans. knitting a hat. my flower gardens. how much of the yard i can use for next years veggies.
being the person i am it is easy for me to get carried away with all this thinking and planning and dreaming and wanting for the future. so the short walk out the back door and across the yard is essential. the crisp snap of the pea in my mouth right off the vine is here now. it is here and it is good. beyond good. it is fulfilling. it reminds me to be thankful and to realize my baby steps are enough. i have the rest of my life to reach my goals. the process needs to be what i enjoy. building, planting, weeding, growing, and eating.