It's been years since I pulled a plant and hung it to dry. Instead, I take the buds as they mature--one by one--and in three cuttings, sometimes four. In this way, I harvest buds at different stages of their maturity--cloudy trichomes, cloudy white with sparse amber, and half or more amber. This gives me three different highs/effects from each variety I grow.
If I had done the guerrilla pull like the olden days, I'd have completely missed things like this--popcorn buds that never saw the light of day under the canopy of their heavier sisters coming into their own and coloring with the palette of Autumn....
These are some of the last buds on the Strawberry Cough shrubs. I started Harvest on them sometime late September. Each cutting lent sunshine and energy to the lower buds down the stalks, bringing them to perfect maturity. These buds are about the size of a ping-pong ball each and hard as a broccoli floret, now snipped and drying in a roomy flat with dozens more of their sisters. Had I pulled the whole plant a month ago, I would have missed a second harvest grown to the size of the first along with the incredible color changes of the third, ending up with fluffy, green, immature, dime-sized nugs fit only for the hash heap. Waiting a month, I'm harvesting an additional pound of lovely lovely and drool-worthy bud of spectacular color.
Can't get better than that.
If I had done the guerrilla pull like the olden days, I'd have completely missed things like this--popcorn buds that never saw the light of day under the canopy of their heavier sisters coming into their own and coloring with the palette of Autumn....
These are some of the last buds on the Strawberry Cough shrubs. I started Harvest on them sometime late September. Each cutting lent sunshine and energy to the lower buds down the stalks, bringing them to perfect maturity. These buds are about the size of a ping-pong ball each and hard as a broccoli floret, now snipped and drying in a roomy flat with dozens more of their sisters. Had I pulled the whole plant a month ago, I would have missed a second harvest grown to the size of the first along with the incredible color changes of the third, ending up with fluffy, green, immature, dime-sized nugs fit only for the hash heap. Waiting a month, I'm harvesting an additional pound of lovely lovely and drool-worthy bud of spectacular color.
Can't get better than that.
