I don’t label well. What I always do is sow in alphabetical order so I can go back and check varieties later. Sometimes, the order makes its own art.
And without warning, we might be done with the snow peas.
Perhaps they are suchly named as the slightest snow ends their season?
Twisted and curled, poised to launch. Crafted and careful, compressed.
Toppled and rolled and crunched