at my sisters

Love little brave plants.

This pepper came out of seed from a pepper bought at the supermarket. That way, my sister grows a lot of stuff. Remember my father always multiplying his geraniums, windowpanes full of them. Back then I thought it kinda ugly, now I would say charming. Anyway, my oldest son has the same gene: always busy with a lot of suffering plants, sometimes growing something impressive. I would like to do that too, but unfortunately my plants do not survive. Guess all my nurturing goes into the kids.