First sweet peas (373)
by Max Akroyd
No gardening today by order of the family. But a bit of emergency tying-in of sweet peas was permissable this morning, and I harvested the first blooms while I was at it. These sweet pea plants on the field have been pretty dismal-looking of late, somehow managing to get attacked by slugs and withered by drought simultaneously. There are signs, though, that some of the plants are reasserting themselves, which makes these first flowers even more precious.
I gave the mini-bouquet to the ninety-year old lady who is staying in the gite. This is partly because old age is venerable in itself, but also because her son-in-law has very kindly given me some blight-beating Sarpo potato seed. He also appreciated some of our pork for his barbecue, so everyone’s happy!