On Sunday, anticipating evening rain, I’d poked three varieties of pea seeds into separate plots in the front yard. The seeds — soaked overnight — were swollen and ready to burst forth with green life.
But not a drop fell from the sky that night. Then sunny skies mocked me all day Monday and into Tuesday.
So I didn’t mind getting wet as I hurried through the task.
“More peas?” Kevin asked after I dashed inside with damp, empty seed packets clutched in my hand.
“Not just any peas. These have purple blossoms and blue pods. They’re blauwschokkers!"
"Blauwschokker," he repeated. "I hardly know her."
He's a riot.