This was an earlier batch my son had planted. He just spread them all in this big, blue propagator I had bought him. There must have been 40 seeds in there, at least.
I felt he was entitled to making and learning from his own mistakes, so I just let him. Not expecting them all to germinate and grow like weed. I must say he’s taking very good care of them.
This does mean I might end up with more plants than I bargained for. More than I have room for—my back yard is the size of a postage stamp.
The babies—really, it’s sad, but once they start raising their little heads, they somehow stop being plants and turn into something closer to the heart—were crammed together so I figured it was time to give them a roomier residence. Wanted to wait for them to grow a full 2 inch tall, but decided to take the plunge anyway.
So, I took a deep breath—I didn’t want to mess it up at this point—and transferred them to the 4 inch pots.
I figured I didn’t have any proper tools for pricking the seedlings out, so I asked J-man to hand me his large paint brush. Have to make do with what I have, right?
Held them by the leaves while gently taking them out and transferring them. Be very careful not to touch the root system.
Then I sat back, waited and worried. And bit my nails. The seedlings started to sag, and J-man and I just sat there, staring at them as though we were trying to will them into hydraulic lifts. Somehow it worked. After about an hour, once the soil was properly hydrated, they perked up.
I’m waiting for their 6th sets of leaves before transferring them to an 8 inch pot, and should be able to harden them off soon after that. Gives my nails time to grow back, too. I still water them every other day and turn them often.
The ones I planted later, in the pretty propagator, are now about to grow their second set of true leaves, so soon they should be ready for a transfer as well.
And all is well in my small Jalapeño paradise.