St Patrick’s Day used to be the traditional day for starting sweet peas (indeed any kind of peas according to Bill Harris founder of White Flower Farm) in the upper forty eight states. It was a simple procedure, you dug a trench about three inches deep or so, maybe worked in a little compost or manure, stuck pea poles in at intervals along your furrow and then waited for the little vines to hoist themselves up and bind themselves to the sticks with their tendrils. Continue reading
Last year I went through all of January and most of February in white florals. I simply couldn’t stand another minute of coldness or snowiness, or thought so and spritzed accordingly. Along about the middle of February doesn’t everyone think so- unless they are in Australia?
This season I was not so careful. Now the cold and the doldrums of late winter have caught up with a vengeance. I can’t face another drop of incense or one more amber perfume till next fall-what to choose? Continue reading