Greenfinger!

Weeks of water­ing, talk­ing, singing, tick­ling* and gen­eral encour­age­ment have begun to pay off: my win­dowsill garden is begin­ning to bear fruit! (Or, indeed, vegetables…)

Bed­hold, a chilli pep­per, still wear­ing its flower in a kind of tutu arrangement:

And its sweet pep­per cousin as a baby (I’ve had to label it, it’s not that obvi­ous in the sea of green!):

Apo­lo­gies for the blurry pic­tures, my old battered iPhone 3G doesn’t cope with macro shots very well (Reason #3598 for me to get an iPhone 4…)

The tomato plant and basil plant were both vic­tims of some slightly over-enthusiatic prun­ing, sadly lead­ing to the demise of the basil, but the tomato got itself back on track and there are a few prom­ising look­ing toma­toes so fin­gers crossed for a win­dowsill salad soon!

There have been a few addi­tions to the win­dowsill with a new basil plant to replace the over­pruned one, some dill, and this fant­astic mini orange tree, affec­tion­ately named Purple:

I’m enjoy­ing my foray into garden­ing, and con­tinue to be amazed by the fact that I’ve (mainly) kept everything alive. Next on the list is prob­ably some kind of edible leaf so I can com­plete my homegrown salad.

* Ser­i­ously, Miss Amer­ica told me to tickle the flowers to encour­age them to grow the chil­lies. It seems to have worked, but it feels ridicu­lous doing it.