Dad planted peas in the garden this year, and as I shelled,I was on the look out for a pod with "we three" in it, but never saw any. They always had 4 to 8 peas.
But then last night, as I was shelling, I opened one that really and truly was the children in our family- one teeny tiny immature pea on either end of three big healthy peas!
I wish that I had got a picture of it....five, in the exact right order too. Oh well.
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