In the mist and fog of July...…...
"Summer will end soon enough.."
-George R.R. Martin ( Game of Thrones)
Well, it looks like it's trying to end before it's begun...
Only the Verbascum , drenched in rain, is thriving. The veggies are molding with the rain, the geraniums sag, and flop like wet paper bags.
Well, except for the Wild Sweet Peas. They grow with abandon. Unlike their counterparts.
Known as "Lathyrus latifolius"......isn't that a grand name?
Strong. Hardy. Invincible. Unless you rip them out, then they will come back year after year. After year.
Yes, please. Return every year. Yes, please.
The annual sweet peas, like these ones, aren't doing so well. "Lathrus odoratus". Whiny and puny this year.
Usually they are heavily scented. This year they smell like nothing. Empty air. Dying on the vines . Literally.
Drying up in the sog and bog and mists of summer.
"Far over misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old.We must away, ere break of day, to find our forgotten gold..." -J.R.R. Tolkein
All the potted flowers are rusting out. Sagging in the rain. Just the Wild Sweet Peas are like torches.
Leaves light green and smooth. Coiling up and about other plants. Like sinewy snakes.....
When they naturalize they become part of the surroundings. Like a weed, so it is said. Pretty nice weed.
A weed that will go to seed. Toss the seeds in the garden.
More reliable than their cottage garden counterparts.
They can climb upwards to five feet and counting. Perhaps more. Perhaps less. They are, after all.....wild.
"They are not long , the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges,then closes within a dream..." -Ernest Dowson
Photographs 2020
Glad your wild sweet peas are being reliable for you. I have always admired your sweet peas! My dad had the touch for growing them, but not me. xo
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