Fri, 2014-08-01 05:00 News Staff
By Renae Brumbaugh
I spent my weekend shelling peas, fresh from the harvest. Stop laughing. I’m telling the truth. I know I’m just a city-born, fledgling country girl wannabe, but hey. I’m living my dream. Making it a reality. Raising chickens, killing snakes, growing my own garden. The whole shebang. One of the plants in my garden produces black-eyed peas. And from that plant, I’ve harvested exactly seventeen peas. Yeah . . . But I really did spend my weekend picking and shelling more peas than I’ve ever seen at once in my lifetime. I also picked my own watermelons – yes, multiple watermelons – straight from the patch. I stood with my husband, my son, and my in-laws in the middle of an acres-big watermelon field, with big, fat, giant striped watermelons everywhere.
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