Winter is sneaky here in Northern California ~ we get this false Spring almost every year where it starts to warm up in February. We start breaking out our sandals and start hanging out at the nurseries wondering when the impatiens will be in.
Then of course we get weeks of cold, wet weather and have to put our pale, pasty feet back into sensible shoes. Mother Nature can be cruel that way.
Every year I think I’m going to do sweet peas and every year I forget to get them started. I should have planted seeds late in the Fall but maybe it’s not too late for starting them indoors.
When my sister Kate and I used to live on the same street I would come home from work during the late Spring and I would find a bouquet of sweet peas on my front porch. She always remembers to start them but then her gardening work ethic is way better than mine. She would order carefully thought out colors late in the Summer and had a sweet pea tee-pee in her backyard.
That’s probably the root of my forgetfulness – I probably subconsciously just wait for her to grow them and share them with me.
There was one awful year when her husband thought the seedlings poking out of the ground were weeds and he whacked them all out. He might still be sleeping on the couch for that transgression.
I think I need a trellis full of these blooming, don’t you?
