Zone 5. I start mine indoors in March, and bring them in, in pots, in the fall when they call for frost. I just picked the last bell peppers this last Christmas!
We’re 6b here, but with global warming it probably should be 7a now. Mid to late February is when we start put pepper seeds in grow chambers and then to the greenhouse once they pop through the soil.
10yeareunuch (imported) wrote: Fri Mar 10, 2023 6:54 am
We’re 6b here, but with global warming it probably should be 7a now. Mid to late February is when we start put pepper seeds in grow chambers and then to the greenhouse once they pop through the soil.
zone 6b: from −5 ° F (−20,6 ° C) to 0 ° F (-17,8 ° C)
zone 7a: from 0 ° F (-17,8 ° C) to 5 ° F (-15 ° C)
Losethem (imported) wrote: Sat Mar 11, 2023 2:27 pm
Because it's a Thursday event and it's only 1:25PM where you're at? Still 10 1/2 hours until "today" is over for you.
Well I gotta admit we have had rain these last few hours.
I have just returned from a visit out in the Golden State (California), these days named so because of the color of the drought starved grasses and the glow emanating from it when it burns, and not the glittery yellow metal.
My plane had to land in San Francisco in a direction I had not experienced in numerous trips into the airport. It seems our friend the Atmospheric River (not to be confused with our friend and former EA member Riverwind) decided to bring with it winds such we had to land the opposite direction of normal, after threading through the mountains to the west and north of the airport. Once we got sorted in the terminal, we headed to get our rental car.
They kept wanting to upsell me to a huge 4 wheel drive SUV, which I didn't need where I was going, because of the mere mention of the word "Sierra's" and the fact snow this wet season is now measured in yards instead of inches (or meters vs. centimeters for our metric folks). Once that was sorted, we were on our way, driving down US 101 south towards a bridge to get over the bay. We got to the ramp for the bridge, and the traffic stopped. High winds and driving rain were the culprit, or abject stupidity on the part of my fellow motorists, I'm not sure which, and an hour and 8 miles later we arrived to the other side of the bridge where ice started falling from the sky. Highly unusual in the San Francisco area, unless you're high up in the hills.
Things were fine until we reached the intersection of Interstates 580 and 680, upon which the traffic came to a complete stop again. It stayed that way for the next 28 miles. Total time to drive the first 60 miles of the distance to our destination was about 3 1/2 hours, or about an hour longer than the entire 110 mile drive to the destination usually takes from the SF airport. Having lived in the area in the past, once the traffic started moving, I went down interstate 580 towards interstate 5 to avoid the mess of rush hour on the road I would normally traverse. This took us to Riverwinds old haunt of Modesto via another state highway. Driving on the state highway I saw the San Joaquin River was nearly overflowing it's banks on the river levee upon which the highway is built. I don't think there had been that much water in that river since the Joad's arrived to the San Joaquin River Valley from the Oklahoma dust bowl in the 1930's.
It poured rain off and on the entire drive. So much for the drought... Hopefully it's over, yet Moi still doesn't seem to be croaking like a happy frog.
