I love growing my own fruit and veg. Caring for a little seedling, nurturing a plant, watching the fruit slowly form, knowing where my food is coming from and tasting something straight out of the garden. Its just fantastic. Last years crop was a small one, with only a few pots in our backyard available for growing space. Next month, I hope to start growing much, much more, because by then we will have a proper garden. Yippee.
Last years half hearted attempts yeilded small crops. A few small tomatoes, bunches of lettuce and handfuls of potatoes. Some redcurrants and a couple of spring onions. Without the space, my heart wasnt in it as much as it could have been.
I grew fifteen pepper plants, but never got a pepper. Until a dormant seed decided to grow late in a fogotten-about pot of compost on the kitchen windowsill. Up it popped and I had no idea what it was until it got bigger. All through the winter it battled on, growing ever so slowly, until warmer weather came around and a tiny green pepper appeared. Still I left it to its own devices, watering it every now and then. Very slowly the little pepper grew and turned red and ripe and there it hung on the plant. I liked looking at it, this surprise yield, determined to grow.
And it was absolutely delicious. Peppers are definately on the growing list for this year.