a day in the life of a latvian mom

The 100th day of the year has its own quiet rule in Latvian garden — peas go into the soil. No discussions, no overthinking, no checking the forecast for the tenth time.

No matter what, the peas are going in.

Some years the ground is still a bit cold, some years it’s perfectly ready. It doesn’t really matter. This is one of those small traditions that we follow not because it’s perfect, but because it works often enough — and because it connects us to something older than us.

Peas like an early start. If we wait too long, the pests arrive faster than we do. So we take our chances, tuck the seeds into the soil, and trust that they’ll figure it out.

It’s a simple act, but it feels important. A small moment of choosing to begin, even when conditions aren’t ideal.

And maybe that’s the real reason we do it.

Ilze