Monkeygod333
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This is Frank. Frank is bi-rooted. Frank likes to mingle with pretty pink flowers, bugs and enjoys the great outdoors. He's just like any other plant except, of course for his dirty little secret. Franks drinks sewagewater. Ugh...
For Frank, life started off as a discarded seed lying next to a sewage manhole in the dead of a winter night. He would have been bird food had it not been for a series of fortunate events. The first was a massive storm that brought with it the cold winter winds and left little destruction other than causing a blockage in a certain sewerage line down the road. The first rain was enough to germinate Frank, and the subsequent saturation of effluent was all he needed to survive though the first few weeks of a tough South African winter.
With his roots deeply embedded in the soft soil Frank could now concentrate on taking full advantage of his current disposition, it would be some time before the home owner noticed the green patch of lawn and a 30cm high Northern Lights beauty. By the time the sewage line was unblocked Frank had managed to grow roots in though the gaps in the manhole brickwork, thereby not only securing his water supply, but breaking from the bonds of conformity and becoming a half soil-based and half-hydrophonic, a hydo-hybrid. This bi-rooted approach led to incredible growth and in return, for not being killed upon discovery, Frank blessed the home owner with 2 beautiful harvests in the early Spring, totaling up to 3 large glass containers full of dank bud at an age of less than 6 months.
Frank had earned his spot in the yard and had become involved in community outreach projects like encouraging pretty pink flower growth in a nearby pot, as well as providing a place of safety for weary grasshoppers on their way to the Tranvaal for some annual gathering of sorts.
The summer was a turning point for Frank as he adopted a "new-season/new-me" outlook on life and he went on to grow from the 600mm height at the second harvest to 1.6m, more than twice his original size. And since the home owner topped him at an early stage, Frank grew branches as thick as the stem of your average tree and this caused Frank to grow as wide as he was tall. Not bad for seedling from a bankie.
Its the end of Summer now and Frank's weird story is far from over. He has just started fruiting for the second time at an age of 11 months old. Its just buds everywhere you look man. Frank has set his sights on having a minimum of 20 colas and has already made arrangements for additional supports if necessary. Not only that, but Frank has continued his long held tradition of fruiting only 70% of himself, leaving the last 30% for a few weeks later. He always did have his own way of doing things.
Though Frank likes to take credit for his accomplishments -and rightfully so- he does admit that he wouldnt wouldn't have been half the tree he is today, had it not been for the kind and gentle hands of his caregiver. A small dash of nutrients may or may not have been spilled nearby but the copious amounts of rain certenly did help.
Frank will probably be harvested again at the end of winter, just as he turns 15 months old. His third harvest.
I think we can all learn from Frank. It doesnt matter how humble your beginnings, the final product is what counts the most.
For Frank, life started off as a discarded seed lying next to a sewage manhole in the dead of a winter night. He would have been bird food had it not been for a series of fortunate events. The first was a massive storm that brought with it the cold winter winds and left little destruction other than causing a blockage in a certain sewerage line down the road. The first rain was enough to germinate Frank, and the subsequent saturation of effluent was all he needed to survive though the first few weeks of a tough South African winter.
With his roots deeply embedded in the soft soil Frank could now concentrate on taking full advantage of his current disposition, it would be some time before the home owner noticed the green patch of lawn and a 30cm high Northern Lights beauty. By the time the sewage line was unblocked Frank had managed to grow roots in though the gaps in the manhole brickwork, thereby not only securing his water supply, but breaking from the bonds of conformity and becoming a half soil-based and half-hydrophonic, a hydo-hybrid. This bi-rooted approach led to incredible growth and in return, for not being killed upon discovery, Frank blessed the home owner with 2 beautiful harvests in the early Spring, totaling up to 3 large glass containers full of dank bud at an age of less than 6 months.
Frank had earned his spot in the yard and had become involved in community outreach projects like encouraging pretty pink flower growth in a nearby pot, as well as providing a place of safety for weary grasshoppers on their way to the Tranvaal for some annual gathering of sorts.
The summer was a turning point for Frank as he adopted a "new-season/new-me" outlook on life and he went on to grow from the 600mm height at the second harvest to 1.6m, more than twice his original size. And since the home owner topped him at an early stage, Frank grew branches as thick as the stem of your average tree and this caused Frank to grow as wide as he was tall. Not bad for seedling from a bankie.
Its the end of Summer now and Frank's weird story is far from over. He has just started fruiting for the second time at an age of 11 months old. Its just buds everywhere you look man. Frank has set his sights on having a minimum of 20 colas and has already made arrangements for additional supports if necessary. Not only that, but Frank has continued his long held tradition of fruiting only 70% of himself, leaving the last 30% for a few weeks later. He always did have his own way of doing things.
Though Frank likes to take credit for his accomplishments -and rightfully so- he does admit that he wouldnt wouldn't have been half the tree he is today, had it not been for the kind and gentle hands of his caregiver. A small dash of nutrients may or may not have been spilled nearby but the copious amounts of rain certenly did help.
Frank will probably be harvested again at the end of winter, just as he turns 15 months old. His third harvest.
I think we can all learn from Frank. It doesnt matter how humble your beginnings, the final product is what counts the most.
