Over the past year my admiration for the sweet pea has been growing. I am finding myself using it more and more both as an accent , form and sometimes the focal flower in my bouquets and arrangements. Recently a facebook friend of mine had posted a collection of sweet peas and I was blown away by the colors and size of the sweet peas she was offering. I have collected some of the photos and included them in this post.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
It is an annual climbing plant, growing to a height of 1–2 meters (nearly six feet and six inches), where suitable support is available. The leaves are pinnate with two leaflets and a terminal tendril, which twines around supporting plants and structures helping the sweet pea to climb. The flowers are purple, 2-3.5 centimeters broad, in the wild plant, larger and very variable in colour in the many cultivars.
There is a perennial, or so called everlasting, pea (Lathyrus latifolius) a herbaceous climber to 6 feet or more, it has winged stems, blue green leaves and racemes of 6–11 purple/pink flowers produced in summer and early autumn. It is frost hardy and has two other varieties, a white flower with a pink flush (Blushing Bride) and a pure white flower (White Pearl). The plant originates from southern Europe.
Sweet peas have been cultivated since the 17th century and a vast number of cultivars are commercially available. They are often grown by gardeners for their bright colours and the sweet fragrance that gives them their name.
Henry Eckford (1823–1905), a nurseryman of Scottish descent, cross-bred and developed the sweet pea, turning it from a rather insignificant, if sweetly scented flower, into the floral sensation of the late Victorian era.
The photos below are my friend Yusuke Watanabe From Acent online flower auction in Japan. For more information on how to get these stunning blooms from her in Japan, you can contact her at email@example.com .
By helpful fingers taught to twine
Around its trellis, grew
A delicate and dainty vine;
The bursting bud, its blossom sign,
Inlaid with honeyed-dew.
Developing by every art
To floriculture known,
From tares exempt, and kept apart,
Careful, as if in some fond heart
Its legume germs were sown.
So thriving, not for me alone
Its beauty and perfume—
Ah, no, to rich perfection grown
By flower mission loved and known
In many a darkened room.
And once in strange and solemn place,
Mid weeping uncontrolled,
Upon the crushed and snowy lace
I saw them scattered ’round a face
All pallid, still, and cold.
Oh, some may choose, as gaudy shows,
Those saucy sprigs of pride
The peony, the red, red rose;
But give to me the flower that grows
Petite and pansy-eyed.
Thus, meditation on Sweet Peas
Impels the ardent thought,
Would maidens all were more like these,
With modesty—that true heartsease—
Tying the lover’s knot.