We’ll always have the chili peppers

We’ll always have the chili peppers

The best I can say is my balcony garden is green.  My tomatoes don’t seem to want to tomato. They just sit there teasing us, taunting me with potential.  I don’t think they like me.  My herbs are doing well, although I think I crowded my basil a bit too much, they aren’t as big and bushy as I like. But they taste great. The orgegano is awesome, thank you for asking.

Most of my peppers are … sad … bad … and apathetic. They just didn’t want to grow. If the weather holds out, I may get some late peppers in the fall.  However, one pepper is doing reasonably well:

photo of pepper plant I looked out earlier in the week and saw the red peaking through the green and almost did a happy dance.  The wind blew the little identifier marker away a long time ago so I don’t have a clue which one it is. Couple day or two and I should have the first one to try. Lovely colour on it. Can’t wait to see how hot they are.

The Aphid Wars: The Battle of Chili Pepper Pass has begun

Aphids to right of me,
Aphids to left of me,
Aphids in front of me
(with apologies to all Tennyson fans)

The little beggars have breached my defenses again. On routine patrol, checking the Morning Glory carefully and was lulled into a false victory. Only a few of the enemy aphids were hanging around, sluggish and easy to pick off. I flung their carcasses over the ramparts (balcony to civilians) and did my victory dance. I turned my attention to other potential weak spots in my defenses and felt satisfied all was good

But … then I spotted them  …

… aphids. APHIDS! On. My. Peppers.

The sneaky bastards skipped past the rose bush, and landed on the pepper plant with the chives moat. They must have tunneled underground, coming up under the chives. Tell-tale signs of their encroachment alerted me to the first wave’s advance. Sure enough, skulking under new leaves and on the budding peppers, they’d already laid in their defenses. Dozens of them were swarming for a full attack.

No time for a battle plan … I plunged headlong into the fight with my water bottle and blew them off. Each leaf was inspected carefully until the all clear was sounded. Tonight, when the sun goes down, I’ll return with a soap bath to get the rest.

The Battle of Chili Pepper Pass has begun.