I was munching on some fresh, raw peas at work and with each munch came a flood of memories from my past.

A long, long time ago, my paternal Papa drove into town from his summer home and dropped off a basket of fresh, unshelled peas from his garden. This giftee was greeted with laughter and pure bliss as I lurve fresh peas and he knew it.

Papa could always find me in his garden at the lake, plunk down in the middle of the pea patch, scarfing the fresh peas and their shells, as if I had never seen or eaten this before.

*beams*

And I gotta get me this sensation, this feeling, this connection with Mother Nature when we move to there. Presently, here I can not have a garden as the backyard is too small and the Trio trollop through the bit of grass outlining the patio.

But there, I have seen the possibility of having enough land in your backyard, that I simply MUST have a patch of land to grow my fresh veg.

It will be done.

Ta.