I sat on the porch and shelled peas. Dang that brings back memories. We had a big garden every year when I was growing up and EVERYBODY shelled peas when they started coming in. Not only did we eat them daily, but we canned, froze, and gave away mountains of peas. I did not enjoy shelling peas as much then. By the time I got through shelling, my fingers would be purple my hands ached including my fingernails. I do love to eat peas and always have so I guess I couldn't complain too much.
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Today for lunch we had fresh peas, squash, okra, and tomatoes. Yum. I don't know if there is a better meal at any price.
Tonight we went to the wedding. It was a small affair with some friends and family. Afterwards we went up the the fellowship hall of the Dora Church of God and had cake and punch.
I'm whupped now and I plan to kick back and rest until bedtime.
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