The garden had been planted, well some of it. The early part was planted and producing somewhat. For our Sunday dinner, new potatoes had been "grabbled" out from the roots of the biggest plants. Holes had been filled back in so as to allow for the littlest spuds to finish off. English peas had been picked from vines that were jute string tied to inside the garden fence. Mama kinda thought some late blooms would produce more peas.
Daddy said, " Shug, you get two messes with English peas, one mess to eat, one mess to clean up".
Daddy said to us, " You young'uns come pull up these pea vines"....