I love the play on words with peas too. Imagine whirled peas! (yes, I do own the t-shirt) I cannot think of anything that is quite as graphically inspiring as that. As a parent, I remember making pea baby food, and not remembering to put the towel on top of the hot stuff in the blender. Sometimes my office looks like “Attack of the Killer Whirled Peas.” Washing all of the costumes when my daughter was in the “Wizard of Oz...” Lots of imagery!
But today, I was struck by the sheer graciousness of peas. I have never noticed how peas yield to each other. When you open a pod on the top side and split it open, the hanging little peas almost unzip and make two nice little lines. It is really beautiful; they give each other space, and let one another breathe. It seems like such a great metaphor. If only we could act like that in traffic, on the playground, or those Black Friday register lines.
I know I am waxing more poetic than usual, but it has just been that kind of week. So many poignant moments; humble peas and eggs in the hands of a culinary genius brought a bunch of seasoned foodies to gleeful applause, Summer weather finally arriving to bring more crops to farmstands, a blissful hour spent with my favourite farmer and our two children looking at peas, ducklings, baby barn swallows, and the first crop of western Massachusetts corn, and the anniversary of a year in which catastrophic injury nearly claimed the lives of 2 of the 4 best men in my life. So all I am saying is give peas a chance. Find something that inspires and matters to you, and look at it closely for a bit. Maybe it is a bowl of farm fresh peas…or the hummingbirds that are buzzing my head en route to the feeder right now!