So much for the controversial heading, C is for calamity and chillies.
Earlier in the year I had a chilli calamity, I had sown and tended four of them with love and in a moment of madness I popped them outside on a sunny February day to enjoy the sunshine. The problem was, as we all know, life takes over and I forgot about them and the following morning when I remembered them, they were beyond salvation.
A friend very kindly gave me a tray of mixed chillies and they’re now all re-potted, labelled and languishing in my greenhouse under an old net curtain to protect their tender leaves from the scorching sun. I keep looking at them knowing they hold the promise of a spicy harvest later in the year. I’m already planning on making sweet chilli jam and Oilo Santo (Recipe here)
Now we’re into April and the tomatoes are a good size so they’ve been potted into bottomless pots (ring growing) and planted out in the greenhouse.
There’s also a cucumber and two pepper plants and in the hope of flowers an old dahlia tuber I found while digging has been potted up and I’m, fingers crossed, looking forward to seeing it burst into life again.
C also stands for cabbage and yet again calamity.
I had a tray of around 40 cabbages I had sown that were ready for planting out, but just waiting for me to get the plot ready for them. In my wisdom I popped them onto the bottom shelf in my greenhouse, along with the basil, lettuce and sprouting broccoli. As I was so taken with my chillies and tomato plants I completely forgot to water them and 3 days later I remembered and found a tray full of shrivelled brassicas and the other plants hadn’t fared well either. The lettuce and basil were consigned to the compost and the broccoli and cabbages went into intensive care, or rather a sink full of water. Only time will tell if they rejuvenate or they too will be thrown into the compost bin.