Although I always enjoy Becky’s months of squares, there’s something about the day after that appeals to my rebellious side. Today I’m sharing pictures with reasons for not squaring them. For example, I couldn’t crop the top one square and keep the feeling of plenty.
Before someone congratulates me, I didn’t grow them. I grew these:
No plenty to preserve here. Some of you may remember that my unprotected garden peas suffered from an entirely different kind of cropping.
Then there’s this:
Remembering old highway men who would ride up and ask ‘Your money or your life?’, I can’t see this without thinking, ‘The roses or the arched windows?’
I dare say I could have chosen, but I chose not to.
And who wants to lose even a spoonful of pie? Not me, especially not a fancy one, like this.
To end with, while it would have been tempting to ask what you think of Helen of Troy’s perspective, as depicted here, I positively needed all of these curls. I did have to crop a bit at the top because of reflection from the glass, so technically this is a detail of the original picture in Liverpool’s Walker Art Gallery.
Susan Rushton 
Caterpillars did that to your peas? Hmm. I guess it’s what is getting everything in my garden, too.
You have my sympathy. I had to feel some admiration for the way the pod had been attached by a little, determined mouth.