“Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.”
Boris Pasternak (Russian poet, 1890-1960)
I planted six varieties of sweet peas yesterday: Early Spencer Mix which the package described as “little butterflies all a flutter”, Hedge of Blooms, Galaxy, Winston Churchhill, Purple Passion and a package of Starry Night which are heirloom sweet peas that have extra fragrant flowers. I can hardly wait for them to bloom not only for the fragrance but so that I can photograph them. This year I am planting one raised bed as an old-fashioned cutting garden. So the sweet peas will border the bed.
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