Ohdear. Rewind!

I wrote earlier that I’d bought “everlasting” sweet peas.

Sorry. My bad. These are hardy annuals.

I’d been thinking about Nan and Grandad when I saw the seeds.

They had a little homemade wooden arbour kind of thing, just beyond the coal shed, where the dustbin was always kept.

Every year – without fail – in the hot months – the very heady fragrance of sweet pea would overcome the smelly smell of the dustbin.

Which I thought was rather clever of them :o)

P.S. Pumpkins ? ? ?

I can make a brilliant butternut squash soup but are pumpkins the same? Shrug.