After last weeks rain my peas have seemed to take on a life of their own and I spent Monday afternoon out in the garden picking them as the rest of the family sat on the porch and watched.
After about thirty minutes a comment was thrown out, “Good thing we are paying you by the bushel and not by the hour.”
Well, that was it.
I had sweat dripping down my forehead, hair was blowing in my eyes and my fingertips were cramping. I raised up and shouted, “I don’t see any of you down here helping so you just need to hush it.”
Well, it didn’t take but a few minutes before Timmy was down in the garden helping me out. I guess he started feeling guilty.
We finished picking the peas and Timmy and his dad staked the tomato plants and put bean dust on the beans.
When it became too dark to work anymore, Timmy and I headed home. I received an “I’m sorry for not helping you.” And as we walked into the house he turned and said, “Meg, you and me are like Forest and Bubba. Two big ol’ peas in one little pod.”
6-4-09 - Published in Citizen Voice & Times
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