There nothing that'll snap you out of a foul mood like picking Sweet Peas.

You can try and be stressed or grumpy, frantic even, but after a few minutes of quietly snipping, inhaling their sweet scent, the strangest thing happens.... you start to smile.
I wish you could all teleport into the greenhouse with me,on a cool evening , when the sun is sinking low on the horizon. I have lots of extra pruners.

We could chat and pick,back and forth, up and down the rows, 15 stems and a tendril to a bunch. When it's finally too dark to see we could haul all of the overflowing buckets into the cooler and call it a day.
Doesn't that sound nice?
This is my new, all time, total favorite.variety.ever. Spring Sunshine Champagne. She's AMAZING!
This little guy is pretty fantastic too!




How lovely! I could only imagine the scent in your greenhouse. It saddens me when I come across sweet peas that lack any scent.
ReplyDeletei'm in
ReplyDeletethe only other stems I've seen that are that long are from Japan. You're a grower extraordinaire!!!
ReplyDeleteoh the sweet smell of the flowering pea!!!
ReplyDeleteI would love to join you. Maybe another day....
ReplyDeleteI think you had us at "there's nothing".
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely treat filled part of your job, to counteract all of the harder jobs you have to do all day.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
Oh man. Covet, covet, covet. Also I want to eat them. (Even when I know that's highly unadvisable ; ).
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing the amazing photos and experience!
xxoo,
Jaime