Genius sent an update on his pepper farm Tuesday morning.
"Somehow they just keep coming."
The last total he sent on August 24 showed Habaneros-118, Cayennes-104, Tabascos-108.
"My bloggy friend Kathy says the more you pick, the more they grow! The plant knows it needs to spread its seed, and you are stealing its babies!"
"I wish I could keep my plants alive through the winter and not have to start over next spring."
"I don't know how to do that. Depends on the plant. For a poinsettia, you pinch off the leaves and put it in a dark closet."
"Oh no. I know it's impossible. They're warm weather plants. The first frost will kill them immediately. And they're too big to bring inside. So I will have to put them down sometime later this month."
"So... you would need to bring them in with grow lights like a weed farmer!"
"Yup! And as big as our apartment is, it's not big enough for that!"
"If only you could seal a sprig in acrylic, as a paperweight, to honor their memory..."
"It's okay. I'll grow more next year. Maybe different varieties."
"Parting is such sweet sorrow."
"I pickled a big jar of habaneros yesterday."
"You will have their heat as a memory through the winter. What are they in?"
"Pickled with a blend of distilled vinegar & apple cider vinegar. The little pellets are mustard seeds, and then sliced garlic."
"Looks a bit Alien-ish lab to me, after getting to know them."
"I haven't tried them yet. Giving them a few days to marinate."
"They might be good with a pot of beans and ham, corn muffins on the side."
Nothing good lasts forever. I'm sure Genius will get over this loss. Though I question his use of "putting them down" at the end of the growing season.