This my dear blog friends this is a showing off post.
Yes, I have a great wonderful achievement to report.
After several years of trial and error, failure, disappointment .....I have grown .....
a sweet pea.
Now I know its only one.
But its MY one.
Isn't it beautiful?
I couldn't tell you anything about the smell because its too wet to stand in the garden sniffing.
I was out there long enough to be reminded where most of my problems lie.
Forgive the blurry photo..I was shuddering while trying to take this.
The hosta leaves are lacy but the flowers look great, especially against the vibrant yellow of the alchemilla...before the rain battered them flat of course.
Sweet peas, I suppose, are my absolute favourite flowers of all, but for the last few years, after several attempts at growing them in large pots which resulted in vast amounts of greenery but no actual flowers, I seem to have, in a very modest way, succeeded. I had these in tubs in the garden at the side of the house, but the wind was inhibiting them, so one day I dumped the lot in the bare soil in the front sunnier garden and voila!
One flower, many buds. Lets hope.....
I may get a vase full.
In the meantime I satisfy my urge for the pale mauves, pinks and blues with this sort of thing.
I really, really, love these colours.
This one is just as nice but unfortunately pink velvet doesn't photograph so well.
I met two fellow bloggers on Thursday and we had a great long chat and a bit of cake, at Salts Mill, Saltaire, near Bradford.
What a lovely day we had.
Their company made up for a false start in my stupid car, when I had to turn back after 15 miles and swap to my husbands car. His has done 178,000 miles and has a big box of broken glass in it on its way to the tip, but it drives like the wind.
Mind drives as if its GOT wind.