Aka She who shall not be named as her proper name is not to be spoken on this forum. While i read the rules, I admittedly skipped over he / she who should not be named as I knew no one being new here...my bad. Note to self...read the fine print... Apologies
All gud, growing to help those walking the walk... some their last few miles. Cannabis is NOT a cure but it can be comfort care.
I grew up on the street...and these days those streets are more dangerous than ever so I don't want their milk toast, suburban kids out in the hood trying to buy to help Mom, Dad, Memaw, Pepaw or whomever. Maybe they'll just get ripped off...maybe fentanyl laced crap...maybe worse... regardless, the risk is too high. Hence, my effort...
This little plant was a cast off, headed for compost as, despite my best effort, I failed miserably. Tears for my failure as not about getting high, rather, growing to help others get by...and disappointed in my inability to cultivate a weed...
As Yogi said, 'it ain't over until it's over' so it became about learning. She who shall not be named was a 2" stalk with 4 yellowing, curled leaves after 6 weeks of growth...or lack there of. Sigh...I build bikes from ground up...she would be considered a basket case.
New soil...real soil, organic soil... not the crap you buy at a bug box home improvement store...and organic, no friggin chems / nutes. Soft light as she was more than stressed then idiot me over watered when I transplanted so let her dry out. Low & behold, greenage despite my best efforts to add her to my body count.
Few weeks later, baby girl doing. Doubled in size, greenery.... some burned tips caz i got over anxious with lights but thankfully I backed off. Now, curl almost gone. Learned you can't go from 5k lux to 50k in a day. Slow & steady, ramped back up to 35k...She won't break any records, heck, just keeping her alive is a success..
a single bud would be epic....
Prayers up on bended knee for those fighting the good fight...and for all those walking with...warriors all...may we each find peace with the inevitable. Personally, I take comfort in knowing that someday they & I will meet again...
Peace to all ...
All gud, growing to help those walking the walk... some their last few miles. Cannabis is NOT a cure but it can be comfort care.
I grew up on the street...and these days those streets are more dangerous than ever so I don't want their milk toast, suburban kids out in the hood trying to buy to help Mom, Dad, Memaw, Pepaw or whomever. Maybe they'll just get ripped off...maybe fentanyl laced crap...maybe worse... regardless, the risk is too high. Hence, my effort...
This little plant was a cast off, headed for compost as, despite my best effort, I failed miserably. Tears for my failure as not about getting high, rather, growing to help others get by...and disappointed in my inability to cultivate a weed...
As Yogi said, 'it ain't over until it's over' so it became about learning. She who shall not be named was a 2" stalk with 4 yellowing, curled leaves after 6 weeks of growth...or lack there of. Sigh...I build bikes from ground up...she would be considered a basket case.
New soil...real soil, organic soil... not the crap you buy at a bug box home improvement store...and organic, no friggin chems / nutes. Soft light as she was more than stressed then idiot me over watered when I transplanted so let her dry out. Low & behold, greenage despite my best efforts to add her to my body count.
Few weeks later, baby girl doing. Doubled in size, greenery.... some burned tips caz i got over anxious with lights but thankfully I backed off. Now, curl almost gone. Learned you can't go from 5k lux to 50k in a day. Slow & steady, ramped back up to 35k...She won't break any records, heck, just keeping her alive is a success..
a single bud would be epic....
Prayers up on bended knee for those fighting the good fight...and for all those walking with...warriors all...may we each find peace with the inevitable. Personally, I take comfort in knowing that someday they & I will meet again...
Peace to all ...