Last weekend, my poor, poor pea plants (they are looking very pitiful) had a handful of pods to pick off and eat. They were great - Dean and I enjoyed opening them and picking out the peas. The pods were pretty tasty too but Dean wasn't a huge fan of them as they are a bit stringy.
Yesterday, I pulled our first (and currently only) ripe strawberry. Dean's been watching it turn red this past week and asking if it's "eat time" yet. He just couldn't wait to get his hands on it. I can only imagine him once the plant really starts growing - He'll be hiding in the garden, snacking away. We brought it inside and cut it into three little pieces, one for me, one for Dean and one for Daddy since he's been watering the garden the past couple days that I've been working and getting home late and tired. I suppose we could share with him... He has been watering the garden the past few days when I've been getting home later than him.
It was the best, most flavourful strawberry I've ever tasted. Way better than grocery store or market varieties! Dean kept asking for more. And I peeked outside to see if there would be any other strawberries ready in the next few days. (Nope, still have a few little ones that have to grow big and then go from green to red and ripen... PHOOEY!)
Dean has been getting better about not stepping on the plants and not digging in the garden when I turn my back for a split second. We've been telling him that it hurts the plants and that things might not grow if we dig them up. There's the occasional threat of going inside if he doesn't stop jumping on the strawberry or the pumpkin plants, but it usually just takes one warning. He likes his outdoors time - he doesn't want to have to go inside!