A Closet A Light & A Bucket Of Dirt

Looks really awesome DW! beautiful structure on that lil bush - goodmorning and happy Saturday .
 
I believe that it was SweetSue who said that the poet rises
a couple of pages back. He sneaks in before I know it sometimes
and I find myself lost in writing before I even realize it.


There are parts of me that I cannot stand.
Cold and distant. Numb and bland.
They are the man that is cast adrift.
They haunt the man without the gift.

I write this to my darker host.
This would be your little ghost.
Remember that I'm still a part of you.
Remember that I'm always here too.

When the darkness starts its relentless tide.
You will just have to let the soul ride.
Just remember this Broken Man.
You are not the one with the plan.

I know you feel lost and confused.
I know that you are not amused.
You are going to have to take the pain.
Because we have so much to gain.

The days of light will soon begin.
That is when I will return again.
Here is an echo for you to see.
This would be an echo of me.


He does ramble from time to time, but I will need to see this one soon.


Sage the La S.A.G.E. enjoys her 63rd day of flower. She is not showing
quite as much amber as I would like, but the plant is about done.
I probably could have fed her one more time, but I think she is close enough.
Tomorrow shall be the chop.

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Day 29 of veg for Rita the Rose and I pretty much took a hack saw to her. Lol.
I will let her recover for a few days to see where we are at.

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A little upskirt. Rita is shy.

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Had to do a little earth moving to find this one. She has herself tied in knots
but appears to be working it out now. I guess she likes twister.

Say hello to Mandy the Sugar Candy. :cheertwo:

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Thanks for stopping by.

Cheers.
 
Dedicated to you DW...


"I know you feel lost and confused.
I know that you are not amused.
You are going to have to take the pain.
Because we have so much to gain.

The days of light will soon begin.
That is when I will return again.
Here is an echo for you to see.
This would be an echo of me..."

The ripples that would echo vibration, are an indication, that you have motivation.
The light always shines through the crack, that’s a fact,
you know where I’m goin’, prolific L. Cohen.
You are much like a harvest, you ripin’ till you’re marvelous, looking back you’ve come the farthest.
Grandpa rightin’ the wrong’, sadness in a song, shadows you knew were there all along.
Then grow, do what you know, interweave your words, and put on a rose show.
LaSage, stunning beauty among the firery rage/-ing colours.
She's the MILF – A mother I would like to FIM in botanous ways, among the rays, hoping she stays, basking in photographic displays.
All kidding aside, when you go down the slide, enjoy the ride because it’s up to you to decide.
There is nowhere but up, like a sprout in a cup, you may have a hiccup, that forces you to develop, a tough shell, repel, the doctor’s spell, as you drink from the Cannabis well, lemme tell yah you’ve survived hell, so next time you need a friend come ring my bell.

Much love and upcoming happy grew year!
 
Dedicated to you DW...


"I know you feel lost and confused.
I know that you are not amused.
You are going to have to take the pain.
Because we have so much to gain.

The days of light will soon begin.
That is when I will return again.
Here is an echo for you to see.
This would be an echo of me..."

The ripples that would echo vibration, are an indication, that you have motivation.
The light always shines through the crack, that’s a fact,
you know where I’m goin’, prolific L. Cohen.
You are much like a harvest, you ripin’ till you’re marvelous, looking back you’ve come the farthest.
Grandpa rightin’ the wrong’, sadness in a song, shadows you knew were there all along.
Then grow, do what you know, interweave your words, and put on a rose show.
LaSage, stunning beauty among the firery rage/-ing colours.
She's the MILF – A mother I would like to FIM in botanous ways, among the rays, hoping she stays, basking in photographic displays.
All kidding aside, when you go down the slide, enjoy the ride because it’s up to you to decide.
There is nowhere but up, like a sprout in a cup, you may have a hiccup, that forces you to develop, a tough shell, repel, the doctor’s spell, as you drink from the Cannabis well, lemme tell yah you’ve survived hell, so next time you need a friend come ring my bell.

Much love and upcoming happy grew year!

Spittin' hot fire! :bravo:
 
Ditchweed242 said:

Welcome little one :Love:.

Ditch, Rita is going to be a bush deluxe, and Sage made me gasp right out loud, she's so beautiful. :battingeyelashes: :Love: Harvest tomorrow.... :yahoo: I have another week until my next, and I may end up with back-to-back ones again. :laughtwo: Try as I might, I haven't gotten the timing on the Devil's Carnival right yet. The place will reek to high heaven if I take a Carnival and a DC on the same weekend!

Hmmmm..... Could dry them in the tent. :hmmm: Hadn't considered that possibility.


The poets that hang around here add a special layer of joy when we visit. Thank you both. :hugs: :hugs:,
 
I believe that it was SweetSue who said that the poet rises
a couple of pages back. He sneaks in before I know it sometimes
and I find myself lost in writing before I even realize it.


There are parts of me that I cannot stand.
Cold and distant. Numb and bland.
They are the man that is cast adrift.
They haunt the man without the gift.

I write this to my darker host.
This would be your little ghost.
Remember that I'm still a part of you.
Remember that I'm always here too.

When the darkness starts its relentless tide.
You will just have to let the soul ride.
Just remember this Broken Man.
You are not the one with the plan.

I know you feel lost and confused.
I know that you are not amused.
You are going to have to take the pain.
Because we have so much to gain.

The days of light will soon begin.
That is when I will return again.
Here is an echo for you to see.
This would be an echo of me.


He does ramble from time to time, but I will need to see this one soon.


Sage the La S.A.G.E. enjoys her 63rd day of flower. She is not showing
quite as much amber as I would like, but the plant is about done.
I probably could have fed her one more time, but I think she is close enough.
Tomorrow shall be the chop.

DSC065856.jpg


DSC065866.jpg


DSC066065.jpg


DSC066035.jpg


DSC066026.jpg


DSC066014.jpg


DSC066003.jpg


DSC065878.jpg


Day 29 of veg for Rita the Rose and I pretty much took a hack saw to her. Lol.
I will let her recover for a few days to see where we are at.

DSC066085.jpg


DSC066124.jpg


A little upskirt. Rita is shy.

DSC066134.jpg


Had to do a little earth moving to find this one. She has herself tied in knots
but appears to be working it out now. I guess she likes twister.

Say hello to Mandy the Sugar Candy. :cheertwo:

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Thanks for stopping by.

Cheers.

Sage is giving me a rager, if you catch my drift <3 . <3 everything I aspire for in a crop right there :o
 
Sexy update buddy .

Must put a smile on that face everyday seeing your garden ..
 
Thank you for the kind words friends. Truly.

Sage is going to hang out with Pep and I today.
A little candle light and mood music.
She even has a card. Lol.

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Rita the Sugar Black Rose is doing well after her chain saw encounter.

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Mandy the Sugar Candy managed to get things straightened out.
She grew legs overnight too.

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I do love the winter garden. I love the reminders of life.
-2 degrees Fahrenheit outside when I took this picture.
This girl gives not one shit. :Love:

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And the Christmas cactus and friends still doing well.

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We will murder Sage later. Lol.

Cheers friends.
 
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