One thing I did manage to finish in the vegetable garden was to harvest the peas. One entire row was up and over and looking very tired. And sadly I think I missed the best of the harvest by a week. One hot and unwatered week after such a lush growing season spelled the end of the purple podded peas.
They look gorgeous on the plant; they are easy to pick as they stand out. But do they taste great? Not really. And shelling them is rather playful as you end up with purple hands.
So I need to rethink this idea of trying to grow peas in the south of France. I had hoped that the mad lush wet spring would make it possible to have a great crop.
I was pleading with myself not to plant these darn things next year. But when I came indoors to look for some more dwarf French beans to plant in the pea’s place, I saw that I already have half a dozen packets of the pulses for next year. Ah well.