I can't tell you how pleased I am with the peas this year. I think I was overzealous when planting them - I know they're crowded, but they still seem to be happy and are starting to produce. I found out the hard way that they cannot be planted too early in the cold - my first round of seeds in early March rotted in the ground. My second round sprouted nicely and have since taken-off, their little tendrils seeking out anything and everything.
I get such a kick out of seeing how quickly they twine themselves around things. I bought a trellis contraption for them to grow on, and in the beginning I was trying to train each feeler to grab onto the wires. I beamed with pride the day I came home from work and saw that they were finally starting to take. I'm sure that my maternal instincts toward these plants are a direct result of my resolution to not have kids.
I have about 5-6 plants in the container, and they started blooming about a week ago - squeals of delight were echoing through our neighborhood. This past weekend I noticed the first little pea poking through the flower's husk. We probably won't have enough to cook actual dishes with but they're best eaten fresh anyways. Woo-hoo!