There was a touch of fall in the air today. The 100+ temperatures that we had a couple of weeks ago are thankfully gone. So I decided it was the perfect day to sit on the front porch and shell peas. I bought these purple hull peas at a little produce stand near our house. You don't see these in the grocery stores much but I learned to love them when we lived in south Georgia and everybody there grew them.
I dumped the peas out of the brown bag onto a metal tray sitting on the little table in front of our wicker loveseat on the porch. I was amazed at how gracefully those half dried up purple hull peas had landed on my yellow tray. Why is it that randomness is often so beautiful? Look at how those two peas in the lower right corner are turning up at just the right angle to balance the whole composition in a whimsical sort of way.
So then I sat down and started shelling peas. The greenish peas with the bright red eyes looked so pretty in the old fashioned ceramic mixing bowl my sister gave me years ago. The red eye of the pea echoed the color of the pod perfectly.
Not only are these peas beautiful but they come in their own biodegradable carrying case with a soft little membrane inside to keep them comfy till somebody like me pops them open! God must have thought a long time before he made purple hull peas!
I thought their colors looked really pretty with the pillow on the loveseat!! I don't think I've ever had such a good time shelling peas! Tomorrow they'll give up their beautiful colors to a pot of boiling water and turn a very "unamazing" shade of grayish brown . But what those little peas lose in beauty they'll more than make up for in taste! Sounds like a fair trade to me!