A message from Karen...

 - I grew up in Western Canada where cool springs were the norm - okay, so maybe by New England standards they were snowy and downright cold.  When the snow finally did melt and it was safe to get some seeds in the ground my mom always planted sweet peas.  Sweet Peas 

Sweet peas - I grew up in Western Canada where cool springs were the norm - okay, so maybe by New England standards they were snowy and downright cold.  When the snow finally did melt and it was safe to get some seeds in the ground my mom always planted sweet peas.  Their sweet scent and joyful burst of color is a reminder of a happy childhood with a mom who was an urban gardener before the term was coined.  In a small city plot she grew enough berries to keep us in jam all year long with enough leftover for gifts at Christmas and enough vegetables to enjoy all season long. 
 
I try to grow some every year, despite the sometimes inhospitable New England climate for a cool loving plant. Every time I snip a stem I think how lucky I was to have been brought up by a mom who planted sweet peas.

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