It's not momentous or anything - I'm probably a little late in doing this - but yesterday I sowed my sweet pea seeds. Here they are prior to planting having been soaked for 24 hours. Ah, the alchemy of it all.... Such promise packed into those little wizened globes - delicate pastel petals, such fragrance and spiralling tendrils that clasp and twine, holding the vine on its skyward journey. But mostly it's about memories - memories that on catching the scent in a summer breeze come flooding back.
Today in my empty greenhouse I am a time traveler - it is March, my imagination sees June and my memory sees a gauche 10 year old helping her father pinch out the side shoots of his sweet peas in a Warwickshire garden too many years ago.