This morning the thermometer read 36 degrees. Not freezing yet, but the deck plants are shivering. Yesterday I harvested lots of nasturtium seeds–green knobby things. SOMEONE, however is eating the nasties. Is it bigger than a bread box? Smaller than a coffee mug?
It’s okay that the what-evers are eating the nasturtiums, since we will clean off the deck very soon. But the THING knocked our aloe plant onto the ground. I hope the plant fought back with its spears.
Meanwhile, my second-year pampered “pet” pepper plant spent the summer outdoors. It produced around 10 peppers this summer. I brought it indoors a couple of weeks ago because it does not like the cold.
Two of its three bell peppers are turning red.
As you may have gathered, I didn’t inherit my maternal grandfather’s farmer genes. I’d rather grow geraniums than tomatoes. But when I do succeed with a vegetable, I’m wildly ecstatic, for I know it was the plant’s will to live and had little to do with me. I wonder if this pepper plant will survive a second winter indoors.