Last summer, I could almost smell the glorious fragrance of my favorite flowers, sweet peas, as I planted them in the warm, sunny, well-drained soil that the seed packet promised they would thrive in.
They spouted quickly, but never became more than seedlings. Actually, "seedlings" sounds way more robust than they looked. "Threads" is more like it.
Early this spring, my sweet peas shocked me by returning — with stems as thick as my thumb. Looking like t ...
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