Not long ago I was talking to my sister, and I was telling her that I was planning on growing sweet peas on my new trellis. I was sharing the reason why, which is when I was in forth grade we lived in an old farmhouse in the country that had a very long fence in back that was entirely covered in sweet peas. I remember how beautiful I thought they were. I have wanted sweet peas since then, and now, at 36, I am going to fulfill the dream. My sister is a year and a half older than me, and she cannot recall any such fence. We both laughed, and agreed that I was destined to become a gardener. Now with that, I have to share this photo:
A very tiny someone got into my plant area. There is a baby gate there, but somehow it failed on this occasion. The worst part is, it's not the first, or the second, or even the third time. It happens to be the forth. She loves playing in my dirt. And uprooting little seedlings. My middle daughter loves to help me in the garden, and I think we just might have another gardener in the mist.