Bell, Hungarian and jalapeno peppers
I pulled the pepper plants on Tuesday. It was time.
Are you this way? I always get a little wistful when *the last* of a year’s crop goes into the compost. And peppers make me positively misty, their green fleshy leaves, their blossom-tipped branches. The solanaceae family (peppers, eggplant, tomatoes) is the one crop we most identify with summer, and for good reason: these plants all have tropical origins, and thus are tricked into thinking ours is the Forever Summer that is life in the tropics. Tomatoes have figured it out, growing and definitely dying within a season, but the others haven’t really given up their desire to be perennials, bushy perennials. Such is the case, certainly, with my peppers.
Granted, greenhouse-grown peppers have the benefit of season extension a month, two, beyond what is considered Death To Pepper Weather. And in all honesty, these beauties could’ve held on a while longer. But, I needed the beds! Garlic-planting season is nigh. It is time to say hello to 2010 crops, farewell 2009.
But: I am still a bit misty. Sniff!