My wife and ai keep talking about this. We plan to flee our deep south red state, but it fills us with survivor’s guilt knowing we have the means to do so, and so so many just do not.

Will watch later, but can you briefly summarize so wife and I aren’t freaking out until then? :(

Alt text: an image of various peppers (and one tomato) on a small wooden plate. There are small green peppers, small red peppers, a large curved cayenne, a small bell pepper, and two medium sized green peppers, either anaheim or poblano I don’t know I’d have to check. The red peppers are starting to dry.

I done grew me a garden on my balcony ma! This isn’t all I’ve harvested this season either, wife has turned my cayennes into a hot sauce already, and the red peppers you see here were turned into a hot-paste-base… thing! And my tomato plant keeps giving me fat and juicy bois every week or so. Nothing crazy, just a big red one on my balcony for wife to cut up and enjoy. I personally hate them, but c’est la vest and an alligator chest, as they say.

There’s catnip and pumpkins and sunflowers I’ve grown from seed, and mint and basil and, man, I love having this little garden out there so much :)

BRB, loading my shotgun with birdshot.

Hm I need a shotgun.