Saturday, June 23, 2007

Snap Peas and Synapses

Sadly, I've reached the age when I have to stop saying -- as I have the past very many years -- that I must be suffering from early senility. It's not early any more. And where'd I stick that bottle of sublingual B vitamins? As soon as I've swallowed the remaining, stray bits of sugar snap peas, I need to ram a couple of those puppies under my tongue, so I can enjoy a rise in confidence that the brain burbles won't be rising so often.

"Son 3, I have a small basket of clean clothes sitting out under the whatchamacallit. Would you go get it for me?"

synapses - the point at which a nervous impulse passes from one neuron to another
snap peas - edible-podded peas that differ from snow peas in that their pods are round as opposed to flat

So my synapses are misfiring, and the snap peas are ready to harvest. Charles and I have been on different pages as we watch the sugar snap peas mature. He has snow peas in his head and snap peas in his mouth, so he voiced his opinion after a taste test that the snap peas are gone, not right, we let them get too big.

"Son 4, go pick me 3 sugar snap peas of differing sizes," I said, so I could taste our garden fare, myself. When I was delivered the 3 peas, I set down my mascara wand, received the ordered peas, and quickly nipped and chewed bits of each:

1) tender, tasty, and sweet
2) tender, tasty, and sweet
3) tender, tasty, and sweet

"Charles, these are all really good. You may have had the flavor of something else lingering in your mouth at the time. Maybe you don't know what they're supposed to be, or you just happened to pick one that was really old and no good any more. You may not know what they're supposed to talk like." ........ My own eyes widened, as they're oh, so prone to do -- and too often these days.

Charles smiled and said to the little woman, "Well, I didn't hear any of 'em talking, so maybe I was just wrong about them. *pause* That's pretty funny. But what's funnier is the look you get on your face when you say things like that." *chuckle*

Clothes in the whatchamacallit, where did whatshisname go, put it in the thingyflopper, and talking vegetables in our garden.

snap peas - tasty, sweet peas entering my mouth
synapses - misfiring nerve impulses wreaking havoc with what exits my mouth

There's a wheelbarrow full of green beans and half a trash bag full of snap peas in the second refrigerator. If I can find the refrigerator, I'll be blanching and chatting with vegetables today.

How sweet are thy words unto my taste!
[yea, sweeter] than honey to my mouth!
Through thy precepts I get understanding:
therefore I hate every false way.
Psalms 119:103, 104

1 comment:

Red Deere said...

Congrats on the HarvestNot!

"When thou cuttest down thine harvest in thy field, and hast forgot a sheaf in the field, thou shalt not go again to fetch it: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow: that the LORD thy God may bless thee in all the work of thine hands." Deu 24:19

If you miss a few peas, you will still be blessed for everything else you did!