
I just finished watching Martha Stewart, as it is one of the many home and garden shows I like to watch, none of them on a very regular basis. I learned about pea brushes today, and upon doing a Google search to find out more I came across this poem by Robert Frost:
Robert Frost (1874-1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
12. Pea Brush
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church
To the place where John has been cutting trees
To see for myself about the birch
He said I could have to bush my peas
The sun in the new-cut narrow gap 5
Was hot enough for the first of May,
And stifling hot with the odor of sap
From stumps still bleeding their life away.
The frogs that were peeping a thousand shrill 10
Wherever the ground was low and wet,
The minute they heard my step went still
To watch me and see what I came to get.
Birch boughs enough piled everywhere!- 15
All fresh and sound from the recent axe.
Time someone came with cart and pair
And got them off the wild flower's backs.
They might be good for garden things 20
To curl a little finger round,
The same as you seize cat's-cradle strings,
And lift themselves up off the ground.
Small good to anything growing wild, 25
They were crooking many a trillium
That had budded before the boughs were piled
And since it was coming up had to come.
Looks like Robert Frost had the right idea. I am so excited to have a house of our own because I have always wanted a vegetable garden. My aim is to have something beautifully cultivated that also aids the economics of the home. How rewarding and easy would it be to simply walk to your garden and pick the produce for an upcoming meal? Flowers are always nice as well, but for now I am in love with vegetables.
If you would like to learn more about pea brushing/how to do it yourself, visit these blogs for excellent tips and advice:
21 days until Andy is on leave!!!