"When I first grew here, this was all Canada. Everyone said I was daft to grow Peppers in Canada, but I grew in all the same, just to show them. They got eaten by aphids. So I grew a second year. And those ones got eaten by aphids. So I grew a third. Those dried out, fell over, and then got eaten by aphids. But the fourth grow...."
Am I on my fourth grow? Fifth? Eleventy-seventh? Who can even tell anymore. The important thing is that this damnable bastard country shall succumb to my whims and provide me with peppers if it's the last damned thing I do. (Fast forward to shot of my gravestone: "He died pepperless")
Each year I grow, and each year I get a tiny handful of peppers before winter closes in. I bring them in, and aphids run rampant. I poison the aphids, the plants die. I water their withered corpses with my tears to salt their earth as a final act of retribution for failing me.
I took last year off to give the elements a false sense of victory, but neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this grower from the swift repetition of his failed methods.
The victims of my dream for this year, already moistening:
https://ibb.co/Bj5ZLP3
10x Trinidad Scorpions (The last seeds harvested from my first grow)
10x Jalapeno
11x Chocolate Habs
10x Scotch Bonnet
I've also ordered the following from Pepper Joe's:
10x Black Jalapeno Seeds
10x Ghost Pepper Seeds
10x Carolina Reaper Seeds
10x Butch "T" Trinidad Scorpion Seeds
10x Peter Pepper Seeds
I'm not sure how much of the ordered batch I'll get around to doing anything with this year, but I'd like to dream about possibly being ambitious enough to maybe want to do them all. At the least I want the Reapers and the Peters in, but I'll post back with whatever I end up doing.
I've got a decent grow light that I'll be setting up for whenever these little bastards start turning green, and I think this year I might even show mercy on them and point a fan at them as they grow.
Tune in next time for another exciting episode of "The Idiot That Dreamed of Peppers".
Am I on my fourth grow? Fifth? Eleventy-seventh? Who can even tell anymore. The important thing is that this damnable bastard country shall succumb to my whims and provide me with peppers if it's the last damned thing I do. (Fast forward to shot of my gravestone: "He died pepperless")
Each year I grow, and each year I get a tiny handful of peppers before winter closes in. I bring them in, and aphids run rampant. I poison the aphids, the plants die. I water their withered corpses with my tears to salt their earth as a final act of retribution for failing me.
I took last year off to give the elements a false sense of victory, but neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this grower from the swift repetition of his failed methods.
The victims of my dream for this year, already moistening:
https://ibb.co/Bj5ZLP3
10x Trinidad Scorpions (The last seeds harvested from my first grow)
10x Jalapeno
11x Chocolate Habs
10x Scotch Bonnet
I've also ordered the following from Pepper Joe's:
10x Black Jalapeno Seeds
10x Ghost Pepper Seeds
10x Carolina Reaper Seeds
10x Butch "T" Trinidad Scorpion Seeds
10x Peter Pepper Seeds
I'm not sure how much of the ordered batch I'll get around to doing anything with this year, but I'd like to dream about possibly being ambitious enough to maybe want to do them all. At the least I want the Reapers and the Peters in, but I'll post back with whatever I end up doing.
I've got a decent grow light that I'll be setting up for whenever these little bastards start turning green, and I think this year I might even show mercy on them and point a fan at them as they grow.
Tune in next time for another exciting episode of "The Idiot That Dreamed of Peppers".
