It’s a drab, overcast day today, but nonetheless an historic one. After months of waiting, the very first sweet pea of the season. In a few more months there will be no fence, no string, only a wall of sweet peas flowering in a rainbow of colors. But we held our breath. Watered and waited. It’s a day for the soothsayer, if we only had one. Somewhere between pink and red. What does it say for the coming year?