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erieflwr
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Back to the real show. Sorry, no pics for now. Betty was quite pleased to report that she was able to pluck off all the leaves that I was too emotionally involved in to have plucked earlier. She said between the lower leaf plucking and her watering, the Twins were looking upright and thankful.
I admit, here and now, that I was keeping some of the vegetation out of sentimentality and out of the wish to clone further Larry's.
Lesson two thousand and fifty six: pluck the damn leaves. Betty is a keen observer of everything except her own behavior. (Sorry, me being bitchy) I'm still wrapping my brain around how this un-lovely looking plant can unfold into loveliness. Of, er, well a kind. If the Twins were roses, we'd be able to march down to a neighborhood garden supply and see, smell, and hold in our hands various successes.
But, boys and girls, this is a forum for success. We'll just march on, and extrapolate here and there.
This is my latest extrapolation. Expensive store bought bud does not necessarily mean it is primo shyt. Before I go on, when I say "store bought", I mean "black market" because where I live, we don't have any stores. Yet. Hopefully. Just trying to be clear in a murky world
Darn it, I really hoped to pull out my camera and try to give a sense of what the B62's did and didn't do, but I just don't have the oomph to do it. I did have a little niggle in my brain about the different taste between boy plants and girl plants. Is there a difference? The 'good stuff' has little or no seeds, but in my world before grow, that only meant I was buying more smoke a bowls per dollar. Was it George Carlin who had a skit about smoking, then saying, "Ah, yes...Colombian...vintage 1967...grown 100 yards from a major highway.." Sumpin like that.
Betty and I smoked some of Pauline tonight. Pauline didn't do much more for me than make me cough a little and taste vaguely like smoked ham.
Off to bed. Still very disconcerted about not having to check my lights and stir around one last time before Dark. I am still thinking hard about really good edible dirt in an enclosed environment. I'll think more while I am sleeping, then come up with brilliant insights for tomorrow. Success! Achievement is within Grasp!
and peace, and and
big, wide yawn....
Marion
I admit, here and now, that I was keeping some of the vegetation out of sentimentality and out of the wish to clone further Larry's.
Lesson two thousand and fifty six: pluck the damn leaves. Betty is a keen observer of everything except her own behavior. (Sorry, me being bitchy) I'm still wrapping my brain around how this un-lovely looking plant can unfold into loveliness. Of, er, well a kind. If the Twins were roses, we'd be able to march down to a neighborhood garden supply and see, smell, and hold in our hands various successes.
But, boys and girls, this is a forum for success. We'll just march on, and extrapolate here and there.
This is my latest extrapolation. Expensive store bought bud does not necessarily mean it is primo shyt. Before I go on, when I say "store bought", I mean "black market" because where I live, we don't have any stores. Yet. Hopefully. Just trying to be clear in a murky world
Darn it, I really hoped to pull out my camera and try to give a sense of what the B62's did and didn't do, but I just don't have the oomph to do it. I did have a little niggle in my brain about the different taste between boy plants and girl plants. Is there a difference? The 'good stuff' has little or no seeds, but in my world before grow, that only meant I was buying more smoke a bowls per dollar. Was it George Carlin who had a skit about smoking, then saying, "Ah, yes...Colombian...vintage 1967...grown 100 yards from a major highway.." Sumpin like that.
Betty and I smoked some of Pauline tonight. Pauline didn't do much more for me than make me cough a little and taste vaguely like smoked ham.
Off to bed. Still very disconcerted about not having to check my lights and stir around one last time before Dark. I am still thinking hard about really good edible dirt in an enclosed environment. I'll think more while I am sleeping, then come up with brilliant insights for tomorrow. Success! Achievement is within Grasp!
and peace, and and
big, wide yawn....
Marion