This year shall be different – I’m going to pamper my plants from the get go and they will love me for it and shower me with flaming scarlet gifts. They occasionally coughed up a chilli fruit, but output was disappointing. Stuff him, AND his chillis.** There was no such luxury for my plants, who lived like caged birds, perched indoors on their north facing windowsill.
Having to listen to Nick bang on all year about his lovely new greenhouse and his free range chillis that frolic behind steamy windows* was particularly tough.
They are in a very sorry state indeed – a picture posted on Twitter of the desiccated stalks of my Basket of Fire plant received shrieks of horror from gardeners and chilli lovers alike. I’ve been ‘overwintering’ last year’s plants (overwintering in this case meaning ‘not throwing them away’) and having no greenhouse or warm poly tunnel in which to tuck them up, they have had to fend for themselves in the less than ideal position of my kitchen windowsill, exposed to drafts, fluctuating temperatures and lack of sunlight. Spring has (kind of) sprung and I’m still trying to rouse my tired old chilli plants from their winter slumber.
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