My sweet peas are in full bloom now. The more you cut, the more they grow, I'm told, which is good as I'm cutting a lot of them. A vase on my bedside table, another on the mantel in the living room, their heady scent filling the air. The sight of them brightens up an otherwise dull brown fence and provides variety and interest on our decking, and their perfume drifts through the door into the house.
I like to check which colours have opened up overnight and the riot of colour has been a delight to watch unfold; creamy white, papery pale pink, golden peach, delicate lilac, deep lipstick red, hot pink and velvety aubergine. My favourite is this one, a kind of chalky, mottled grey-purple.
I'm really enjoying our garden this year. I've worked very hard on it, and am still learning what works where, when it flowers, what I enjoy growing and what I don't. It's a constant work in progress and I've got so many ideas for things I'd like to do. Any serious landscaping is out of the question so I must make do with planting and painting what I can, creating little corners that make me happy. And this painted planter crammed with the sweetest sweet peas is making me very happy indeed.