The most garden-y of vegetables
Steam with luscious gold new potatoes, tiny onions and eat smothered with butter, salt, and pepper
After a cold, dark early spring—when it seemed like the peas would never sprout, and once they did, as though some little varmint (maybe a cat, maybe something else) would eat them in their infancy—the peas have finally blossomed. The flowers look like little white bonnets bobbing in the wind.