My dad sent me this picture today.. The picture brings back wonderful memories of my grandmother Bessie.. These sweet peas come back every single summer. These are truly old fashioned, and have been growing amongst her wire fence since I was 3 (the earliest I can remember).. They have a sweet scent that lingers early morning and at dusk.. She passed away in 2001 at the age of 94, but her garden still produces the seeds she planted decades ago.. And her green thumb was passed on to other generations. I am sure this makes her smile.