My Own Personal Monotony

Last week, when I wasn’t looking, the peas started flowering…

They took my breath away – these unruly, grasping plants that have grown out of dried, hard balls of pea. Now they have all reached the top of the trellises, and wave about looking for more to grab hold of. These are indeed growers, survivors – but not scary like the vine on the garage in Medford that knew exactly where to go next, just waiting to cover everything – the house, us, the cars – everything. These are climbing, grasping what they find and holding on, but still frail in their standing.

They surprised me again today, these peas, with pods – honest-to-goodness, recognizable, edible pea pods, extending out from the flower blossom in slow growth.