This was a monumental week for me. I feel as though I went through a rite of passage. I have (again) been initiated into the ways of country living.
I shelled peas.
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Not just any peas. These were homegrown.
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And there was much feasting.
(These pictures are just a tiny sampling. I was shelling for hours.)
And speaking of two peas in a pod...
(my sister-in-law and nephew)
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