A Chilly Forecast

Yesterday was a huge day in the world of homegrown chili's. Four months of blood sweat and tears culminated in a bountiful harvest of red hot chili peppers.

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It all started at Kings plant barn where by chance (or divine intervention) my paths crossed with a punnett of cayenne pepper plants. It was love at first sight, I knew that I was about to embark on a journey of love and devotion, watching these small, green shoots transform into tree-sized chili bearing machines.

With outstanding foresight I instinctively knew that these shoots would soon outgrow the humble punnets that currently upheld them.

So I invested in pots. Just like a father searches for a place for their children to live, so I found the right pots for my chili's.

And again, the soil that held the frail foliage would soon be inadequate for the massive chili bearing trunks. Two bags of Garden mix later, I knew I had all that I needed.

Over the next four months, I watered, I potted, I observed, I waited....

And waited...

And waited...until yesterday.

The Chili's were red, and I was ready.

It's like true love, theres no formula for it, you just know.

And I knew that it was time to harvest.

I had three chili plants to harvest so I made sure that I had time to get through all of them.

I started with the first one until I was finished, then moved onto the next then onto the next.

After some time of serious reaping, I paused to count the fruits of my labour.

Three.

Three chilli's.

Thankfully I did first year Calculus at Uni, so I didn't take me long to work out that for every plant I faithfully attended to, I received 1 chili.

Some may call this a failure.

I call it a roaring success. Not only that, I can honestly say it's the most fruitful chili harvest I've ever had.