There's so much I could say about sweet peas and none of it practical or edible. I grow sweet peas for beauty, scent and memories. With perfect timing the first 'Heirloom Cupid' blossom began opening today, when I needed a sign to keep trying, hoping and trusting, to be patiently persistent but not blindly stubborn, to accept my balcony garden's sunlight and size limitations, and to follow nature's schedule rather than impose my own.
More words to follow in a later post. For now, I'm just going to enjoy the shades of pink that emerged from the little brown seed I buried in April.