The prolonged, intense heat this summer didn’t make my sweet peas happy. In fact, they downright sulked. Refused to grow larger than a few inches tall. Didn’t bloom. Just sat around looking hot and disheveled and mopey (kinda like me!), until the cooler weather hit in September. Then they grew so much, and so fast that you could probably hear the stems and tendrils and leaves crackle and spark as they stretched upwards on the bamboo trellis I had set up for them in the spring. Then, too, they started to produce flowers, and they definitely made up for being lazy layabouts all summer. We’ve now had several light frosts and at least one hard frost, and they are still climbing that trellis. Everything about them makes me smile.
Flowery Prose. 