At least that's what I'm calling it. I used to kill almost everything I planted. Even plants that other people planted usually died under my "care". Well, the spell has been broken. Introducing the chile plants. I was given five of these:

I gave one away, so technically I'm no longer responsible for its welfare. The other three are at the church, one producing chiles, I might add. This one is planted outside our apartment. Somehow it escaped the thievery of the thugs who stole the canary and the potted plant. But notice this...IT'S NOT DEAD! Yes, after months of being under my "care", the chile plant is not dead. I'm proud. Four of them flourishing and thriving. It might say more for the hardy endurance of this particular strain of chiles or I may have been cured of the black thumb. We won't talk about the oregano and peppermint plants that seem to be failing at the present time out on the patio. I prefer to think that somehow, I've gotten better. LOL Check out these bad boys:


For those of you who are interested, I'm still trying to find out what kind of chile this is. No luck, so far.