Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight:
With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white,
And taper fingers catching at all things,
To bind them all about with tiny rings.
This is a snippet from John Keats' poem called I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill.
I've read that he was the first to call Lathyrus odoratus by the name sweet peas.
In the morning, still in my nightgown, putting on my rubber boots and going out to the garden to pick sweet peas makes me feel like a queen. We've had spotty luck with growing them so this year I bought plants from White Flower Farm. They are doing wonderfully. I've picked bouquet after bouquet.
And here they are in the garden - in the support, though I think we went overboard. They aren't going to grow that tall!