Around the garden here I'm so used to pinching and plucking chillies. Thanks to the birds around the island, I do the same too when I come across volunteer chillie plants sprouting in the wild.
One morning, as I stepped out of my apartment and was on my way to the lift lobby, I caught sight of my neighbour's chillie plant which was covered with red chillies.
Not that I needed more chillies but out of habit, I walked near the plant and was about to pull out those riped chillies when something in me said "Don't Annie... don't!"
Habits never die.
People say gardening is a hobby for the retirees and elderlies. Is it?
