This is the harvest that I never thought would happen. Because of a June move, we planted late. The North Carolina summer was warm and dry. And then there was the dog... The dog that I could not keep out of the garden. The dog that ate garlic, potatoes, carrots, and lots of lettuce right out of the ground. Yet somehow, the garden peas survived.
Three beautiful bushes of peas have survived our Fall garden and are now just days away from maturity. We've picked several from the vine and even my veggie averse two-year old loves to split the pods open to eat peas standing right there in the yard in his PJs. This little adventure has proven, at least to me, that children who take part in the process will want to enjoy the results.
For the spring, there will be chicken wire to keep the dog out and a new round of veggies to plant with the kids in tow.
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