Plants are looking really good.
What strains are they? The Original "Flo", The Ultimate, Quasar, and Warlock (all feminised)
Is it Indica, Sativa or Hybrid? What percentages? Hybrids; varying percentages.
Is it in Veg or Flower stage? Seeds started today.
If in Veg... For how long? N/A.
If in Flower stage... For how long? N/A.
Indoor or outdoor? Indoor.
Soil or Hydro? Soil.
If soil... what is in your mix? Roots Organics.
If soil... What size pot? about 2 gallons per grow bag.
Size of light? 200 watt Feliz blue spectrum mogul-based CFL for seedling; 250 watt MH for veg; 250 watt HPS for flowering (40 watts/sq.' seedling; 50 watts/sq.' veg/flower).*
Is it aircooled? 4" vent fan (out); passive airflow (in).
Temp of Room/cab? around 72 degrees F.
RH of Room/cab? 50%
PH of media or res? 5.8
Any Pests ? No.
How often are you watering? 2-3 times/week.
Type and strength of ferts used? Blue Planet Farmer's Pride Complete Organic Line, Mega-Gro foliar spray, Cal-Mag (if necessary).
Here I go again.....
As soon as the seeds germinate and come up from the soil I will post pics and an update.
* I'll be using the GLR lighting method unless I see problems with this strain under that regiment.
BRAH, You have a tent grow!
Don't mind me I'll be spaking it up in the corner over here....:smokin:
its always a hard decision to cut a plant, but the added light will definitely pay off on your healthy ladies, they will reward you with much added yield
In a meadow grows a noble plant whose story must be told,
to a life's abundant memories, epiphanies and dreams
somewhere deep behind this image we are all as one it seems.
Who knows what connections Fate has in its schemes?
In a meadow walks a lonely man whose body has grown old;
From a life of fear and prejudice whose seeds we oversow
as they're pushed into the darkness where a life just cannot grow.
Maybe that's the way their lives were meant to go.
In a meadow lies a broken heart whose lifeblood slowly drains
As his roots are dry and dying in a place that never rains,
I am leaving I am leaving but my love for you remains.
And he slips free from his symbiotic chains.
In a meadow is a universe; its secrets still unknown.
In between his hope and sanity he cries, "Dear Lord I've tried,
but I can't keep turning pages when I'm so torn up inside".
Then he closed his eyes in anguish and he died.
In a meadow two connected lives whose story I've now told.
Though these memories, epiphanies and dreams have all since passed,
all around them children growing from the seeds that they have cast.
Through this love they'll grow forever and stand fast.
Thanks for the inspiration, Propa Gator.