Back when the first frosts were hitting last fall, there were still some lovely pepper plants in their prime in the garden—lush green leaves, lots of fruits, just wonderfully happy plants. (Go ahead and blame it on me for starting them too late.) I have a soft spot for my plants, and I’ll readily admit that I can get rather attached to them. So, rather than leave the peppers outside to succumb to the sting of a fall frost, we dug them up, stuck them into some biggish pots, and put them inside along the south facing windows of the house.
They looked pretty pathetic all winter long, but they never outright died, so I kept watering them and fed them occasionally with compost tea that we made from the contents of the worm bin. I didn’t expect anything, but I wasn’t ready to leave them for dead.
Lately, the weather here in Atlanta has been glorious, and we’ve moved all the plant starts and the “survivor” peppers back outside. And wouldn’t you know—the warmer temperatures and an abundance of sunlight has started a pretty amazing process. The peppers are growing fresh, shiny new leaves, they’re making flowers again, and they’re even putting out new peppers! So much for thinking of peppers as annuals!