I rose at dawn on the longest day of the year. Sunlight glistened magically on dew-laden pea vines, tall as saplings along 2,000 feet of trellis. A little sea of tiny white flowers greeted me.
I began plucking sugar snap peas into 5-gallon yellow pickle buckets, a gift from a subscriber who had hotdog stands on Chicago street corners. Before 1 p.m., I had harvested 61 lbs. of snow peas.Read More