Today I picked the first of the peas. A few weeks ago when it got hot, I didn't think I was going to get any peas at all. Then the weather got cooler again, and the plants took off. The majority of the peas still have a few days to go before they will be ready for picking, but I got a couple of handfuls today. Adam and I sat on the front porch in our rocking chairs and ate them all. My mom told me later on that every year she grew peas, and between my dad and us kids, not a single pea ever made it into the house. It's good to keep up family traditions.