Hello, my name is Wordwiz and I'm becoming addicted to growing peppers.
Hello, Wordwiz.
I started off innocently enough, having my wife pick up some peppers from a local gardening store, just so I would have something to display at our County Fair. At the time, I thought a Hungarian Hot Wax was a foreign car wash that offered extra services.
As the long, hot summer wore on, I found myself spending more time with my peppers than my green beans or beets - I even let them go so I could tend to plants that I had never seen, let alone grown before.
The next step down my path to addiction was joining a forum where everyone seems to have the same compulsion - growing little fruits that pack a wallop. Soon, I was ordering bottles to put powder and sauce in and a coffee grinder to produce the powder. I don't even drink coffee!
The next step was even worse - I learned I may be able to grow these things year round. My efforts, instead of being concentrated on watching NFL football or UFC shows, has evolved to studying and then trying to implement a perfect greenhouse in an unused bedroom. I had never heard of PAR a couple of weeks ago, now I ask hardware store clerks what the PAR of a bulb is. They think I am talking about golf.
Now, I find that I am not comfortable unless I tuck my plants into bed of a night, giving them a spray of moisture before I turn their lights off, then do the same before waking them in the morning.
I have fallen into a cult, where the appearance of a flower or a fruit is a reason to rejoice, tempered only by the browning of a leaf as the season draws to an end. I feel as I have fallen into a cult - not an evil one, but a cult nonetheless. I'm sending SASEs to people I don't know, envelopes that contain precious seeds - the lifeblood of an addict.
Perhaps the only escape from this fixation is to take a deep plunge, to risk everything and bite into a Naga Jolokia. But diary, I fear that the burning fire will be quenched by a feeling of ephoria and I will forever be addicted.
In retrospect, I should have stuck with eggplants and Beefsteaks, but life has led me down this road for a reason.
Hello, Wordwiz.
I started off innocently enough, having my wife pick up some peppers from a local gardening store, just so I would have something to display at our County Fair. At the time, I thought a Hungarian Hot Wax was a foreign car wash that offered extra services.
As the long, hot summer wore on, I found myself spending more time with my peppers than my green beans or beets - I even let them go so I could tend to plants that I had never seen, let alone grown before.
The next step down my path to addiction was joining a forum where everyone seems to have the same compulsion - growing little fruits that pack a wallop. Soon, I was ordering bottles to put powder and sauce in and a coffee grinder to produce the powder. I don't even drink coffee!
The next step was even worse - I learned I may be able to grow these things year round. My efforts, instead of being concentrated on watching NFL football or UFC shows, has evolved to studying and then trying to implement a perfect greenhouse in an unused bedroom. I had never heard of PAR a couple of weeks ago, now I ask hardware store clerks what the PAR of a bulb is. They think I am talking about golf.
Now, I find that I am not comfortable unless I tuck my plants into bed of a night, giving them a spray of moisture before I turn their lights off, then do the same before waking them in the morning.
I have fallen into a cult, where the appearance of a flower or a fruit is a reason to rejoice, tempered only by the browning of a leaf as the season draws to an end. I feel as I have fallen into a cult - not an evil one, but a cult nonetheless. I'm sending SASEs to people I don't know, envelopes that contain precious seeds - the lifeblood of an addict.
Perhaps the only escape from this fixation is to take a deep plunge, to risk everything and bite into a Naga Jolokia. But diary, I fear that the burning fire will be quenched by a feeling of ephoria and I will forever be addicted.
In retrospect, I should have stuck with eggplants and Beefsteaks, but life has led me down this road for a reason.