"We are the last of our kind" cry the sweetpeas, "the very last."
"You are the last for this year, yes, the season is almost over."
"No, no," the whimpering peas implored "we are the last, the very last, after us there will be no others."
"Indeed, indeed," was the soothing reply. The sweetpeas having no eyes could not see that the gardeners fingers were crossed.* It was a lie indeed, one that often labelled a white lie as the intention was not to deceive for harm but to soothe their last few days.
*for the more observant of you, I appreciate that sweetpeas also have no voice, but if I was to be completely accurate/realistic in how I write this would be to misunderstand the purpose of this blog.
** this year for the first time I bought all my sweetpea seeds from Thompson & Morgan. I do take part in trials for this company but these seeds I bought as any other customer would.