Byron and I are growing our own peppers. We eat a lot of them... in salads, sauces, casseroles, you name it, and we fling some peppers in it. So a month or so ago, we were in Rona, saw some seeds and on a whim, decided to grow peppers. We planted the seeds, and our excitement grew with each sprout. We have 16 little pepper plants.
The plants are now taller than the pot they're in, so we thought it's time to plant them in bigger pots and reap the rewards. Yesterday, we got out the dirt, laid out the newspaper on the dining room table, and re-planted our peppers. It's been sunny and kind of warm here in Victoria, so we put the peppers outside. And we grinned with pride.
Later that evening we went for a walk, and when we came back, our peppers, our babies, looked like boiled spinach. They had fallen over, and wilted on us! So we brought them back in and hoped they'd recover. Which they did, a bit, this morning. They are upright and kind of perky again. Some of the smaller ones, I fear, didn't make it, but they were the runts.
I should also add that Byron and I have never planted a mini patio garden before. Neither one of us know anything about germination, temperature, or how to grow vegetables. We're doing this on a wing and a prayer. Hopefully, after the first brush with death, our pepper plants can come back to life and yield lots of fruit.
If there is progress, or even a sprout, I will post a picture. In the meantime, we would appreciate any pepper-growing tips.
Farmingly Yours,
xoxoSallyt
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