Over the years I've tried to grow sweet peas. It was an idea that I had about a life that I wanted to live that included a garden with sweet peas and butterflies, tea in mismatched china while beautiful children danced in the dew wearing white linen dresses. One year I tried to grow sweet peas along the hurricane fence and I had one flower. I had Elizabeth in my arms and showed it to her and she touched it and the one flower fell to the ground. I screamed at her until she cried.
This year they grew in my best patch of dirt. They grew and grew and grew until I started to think it was time to take them out and grow something that perhaps we could eat.
This is what it looked like before the Sweet Pea Massacre of 2008:
I look at that photo and think, isn't that just the raggediest looking garden?
Here's the last harvest of sweet peas:
Here's the rest of it:
Maybe I won't feed the earth, just have a few nice meals.