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 […]

Leaves! Green ones! They’re alive!

My win­dowsill garden is sprout­ing. I actu­ally can’t believe it, my garden­ing his­tory so peppered with dis­aster as it is.

Of course, one can’t start count­ing one’s chick­ens (veget­ables?), so I shall reserve judge­ment until I start see­ing teeny tiny sweet pep­pers and toma­toes. They are […]

I’ve never been par­tic­u­larly green-fingered. In fact, that’s under­stat­ing it: I’m a plant killer.

You’ll see a few posts back (part of the ill-fated photo a day exper­i­ment… a theme?) that I had a lovely Bön­sai tree which, in only a few weeks, I man­aged to reduce to some dry brown leaves and brittle sticks. […]