Wednesday, April 15, 2020

A Spicy Farewell

I'm sorry to announce the failure of the 2020 pepper crop.

Almost three weeks after my germinated seeds were planted, I haven't seen a single leaf, shoot, or sprout. They've had plenty of sun, plenty of rain, and a rich bed of fertilized soil to flourish in. In which to flourish. Whatever.

I give up.

Not gonna lie, I needed those plants to grow. I needed to see, more than ever before, that life goes on and nature takes its course, no matter what else is going on in the world. That would have been more stimulating than a stimulus check. I'm not saying that I would have traded the continued health of my family and friends for a couple of lousy pepper plants - I wouldn't, no way, no how. But I do feel a bit as if some karmic horticulturist decided to be an asshole and give me only one and not the other.

Looking something like this,
I imagine.

I guess a little bit of lousy hope in our current trying circumstances was too much to ask.

And since seeds are one of the items that everybody has arbitrarily decided to hoard during the pandemic, I doubt if I'll get to plant another crop this year.

In the grand scheme of things, this is not a huge tragedy. It's not a tragedy of any size.

Or maybe it's a tragedy exactly the size of the tiny space in my heart reserved for the joy of helping green things grow.

Also, now what the fuck am I going to write about all summer?


  1. Ok, growing peppers from seed may not be in the cards this year... Amazon sells plants. I have never done them from seed. If you need a no fail seed to love on, morning glories. No peppers, but they grow like crazy.

  2. I'm sure you'll dig up some other ideas.


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