It's pea season. When we arrived at 10 a.m. this morning the grower was already on his second 200 gallon trough. He said when he opened the farm this morning there were 14 cars lined up on the road. The peas go fast. Sometimes his FB site announces at 9 a.m. they are out for the day but usually it's a little after noon that he runs out. The farthest in Michigan that someone comes is five hours away. There is a woman who comes from Missouri. Apparently, there are just two pea growers in Michigan but like he said he didn't like them cooked but will eat them raw and " I wouldn't drive five hours for peas! " I said it's too bad I don't like peas. Fresh, though, they are quite good, so people tell me. He said people eat them raw with peanuts. "I'd rather have a handful of M & M's," he said. I come from the era where peas came in a can and when forced to eat them, well, it wasn't pretty. But that also meant I didn't have to have them force fed to me after that. Probably it's a mental thing.
No quilting being done. None. Lost my mojo. Haven't been feeling up to par lately so even the Thinking Bed has been cleaned off. Maybe later.
