let there be peas.

once a farmer told me to walk barefoot over the soil after planting peas.

another farmer told me peas love to be planted just before it snows.

today, as it was snowing, i incorporated both traditions. walking barefoot over peas as gentle snowflakes danced around.

perhaps silly. or crazy. but the ritual felt important. as i gently placed the first vegetable seeds in the earth. and wished them well.