Who’s Dissin’ the Sweet Peas?
I adore
sweet peas (Lathyrus odoratus). As a child, I buried my nose into a bou
quet
of the highly scented flowers and breathed in their sweet fragrance. I don’t remember the vines growing in my
family’s garden, but when I became an adult and cultivated my own garden, I
grew them often. The vines are easy to
grow in our mild climate, the flowers come in an assortment of colors, and their
fragrance is divine. I assumed everybody
loved them. So when plantsman, Christopher
Lloyd (1921-2006) came to town on a lecture train, I was surprised when he spoke
with disdain about my favorite, fragrant annual. He’s
dissin’ my little beauties, I thought, as I sat listening to him speak to an
enthralled audience. He definitely was
an opinionated man, who didn’t appear to hold back voicing any of them.
I don’t
remember why he disliked them. It’s
possible I blocked out his reasons by silently chanting, La la la I can’t hear you, under my breath. Since he’s from England
I realize
that just because I admire or respect a gardener doesn’t mean I agree with all his/her opinions or even like the same plants they tout as the best to grow. Besides, plants fall in and out of favor all
the time. Like fashion, in one era they
are everybody’s favorite and plant breeders irrupt into a hybridizing frenzy; the
next era they’re unfashionable.

Sweat Peas were one of the first plants I can remember asking my parents to buy me seeds for. I planted them on a chain link fence next to a telephone pole. They thrived there for years, reseeding themselves. When I was a teen and was not concerned with such things, I was crossing over the fence at the same spot and slipped wedging my leg between the fence, the Sweat Peas and the telephone pole. I still carry the scare to show it.
Posted by:Les | February 24, 2008 at 05:07 PM
The question is did this sweet pea incident swear you off of them?
Posted by:DebbieTT | February 24, 2008 at 05:43 PM
I have absolutely fallen in love with sweet peas and am anxiously awaiting their fragrance. thanks for the article.
Posted by:Dee | February 26, 2008 at 08:30 PM
I totally agree. We can admire someone without having to agree with everything they recommend or like. Agree to disagree.
Having said that, sweet peas are not one of my favs. My mother loves them. Maybe it is a generational thing or reminds you of your past/family time etc.
Posted by:JeanneK | February 27, 2008 at 04:23 PM
My dearest memory of sweet peas is when my neighbor across the street---who had a baby 24 hours before I did--made her husband cut a jarful and run across the street with a congratulations bouquet for me. (As if the poor man didn't have enough to do with a post-partum wife, an 18 month old baby and a newborn!!!) Twenty years later, when the smell of sweet peas catches me off guard, I am immediately transported back to that day and all the magic of giving birth to my first child. What a gift that scent is to me!
Posted by:Poppy | February 29, 2008 at 12:59 PM
I think it must be Petunia Syndrome! Otherwise, I agree that sweet peas are just too good to 'dis... Also a big childhood favorite of mine! Walking to and from school in Santa Monica, CA, passing by great billowy droves of sweet peas and being bathed in the sweet aroma.
Some folks around here think that Scotch Broom is just great... IMAGINE. A truly horrific plant. But there I go again. Thanks for the great blog! Bonnie
Posted by:Bonnie Story | March 23, 2008 at 06:58 PM