I stuck my head up the stairwell and called, "Sarafina, the peas are looking horrible. Can you pick some and see if we can salvage any?" I had wondered, this morning, if there was some sort of disease I should know about that was attacking them.
She went out and then called me -- "You need to come and see this!"
Now we know what was wrong with the peas.
Thinking Ahead . . . Or Not
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