The sweet peas were in the category of "climbing flowers I didn't know were climbing until they started blooming on the ground", and then quickly staked them up. My mother had a sense of these better than I did. I could see the sweet peas were wanting to climb, and then staked them up, but thought they were a kind of mini-orchid. Mom identified them as sweet peas. They are, just as their name implies, sweet. They just quietly and beautifully and keep blooming as the summer goes on. We've got white and pink, and next year I'll know to stake them up better. They seem to love all the rain. More blooming after each deluge. I am not noticing a "sweet" scent, however. Is it just very subtle?
Summer evenings can be beautiful, magical, full of delight. One can understand why so many stories were written about fairies and other magical happenings at this time of day, in this season. These photos were taken during one of those hushed warm evenings, when the sun has just set. The truck was asleep on a bed of moonlit-drenched hydrangeas, transforming it into something other than a truck. Maybe a flying time machine at rest or a coach flown by moths and bats. Even in the dead of winter, I can watch this video to see the fireflies.
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