It took about another 2 weeks and the 3rd little chilli pepper pot sprouted. 5 pots still empty.
I have 3. The first one, thriving now almost a month, god-damned if it isn't almost 2 cm tall. The other two, well, go figure.
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The evening light, hot, it's what's growing them. Until the weather is a little more consistently hot I'll have to keep them in the window, maybe move them to the patio for the morning light, then back indoors for the evening light. This is crazy, but only for a week or two, then I can move them to the roof where they'll get full sun all the live long day. Which apparently they need, because right now I'm not hopeful I'm going to be harvesting any peppers off of these.
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The inspection, I suspect I passed, spent the week lightly cleaning, everything was good except for the insane wall of art supplies.
I need no more art supplies. I need to get to work and start lessening my load. Which I will do, only I didn't want to start and make a mess before the inspection. Inspection done, now time to get to work. Time to get all these little bits and pieces of mixed media off of my chest and into some surreal little gallery of the absurd...
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28 degrees today and the evening sun cooks my apartment. Right now, a silver-slipper of a moon rising above Elephant Mountain. The streets are lively, buskers out, the itinerant homeless have all arrived and set up shop in Nelson for the summer, the dodgy crack-addled gazes of a 1000 years, shifty people ploughing backpacks and peeking through windows, picking through cars, the "undesirable" elements all come to town for the summer.