I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Thank goodness for dogs!
You’re doing good, Al. Consider for a moment just how much skill and knowledge you’ve acquired in your efforts to make the lives of those you love better.
Right, now stop considering that and go pat a dog.
I'm guessing you already have, but have you put together a special needs type trust for them as part of estate planning? I ask because my friends just went through that with their two special needs sons (one physical, one psychological).
From what I've read, a 10º spread between lights off and on is best.
I definitely recommend a humidifier!
I'd like to see pics then
.I'd say for neem it's 4 or 5 nodes, but in a tent I would wait until I see something worth spraying for. I also use iso/water mix and home made soap spray. Both gentler on plants.
I'll echo Amy!
My 17-year-old son has probably gained 10 pounds since he's been on his own regimen with THC, aka getting high and getting the munchies.
I am thankful for the good days. I usually knock on wood if they are yet to end.
This gardening is becoming somewhat therapeutic - the peace and solitude.
Tonight with the only sounds the hum of the overhead light, the tent fan, the rumble of a truck on the road nearby, and my own breathing I thought about days gone by and days to come. I've reached that point in life where there are more than likely fewer days before me than past. Before he passed my Dad got to see that I was good - I could sustain. Parents of special needs often don't have that assurance. Will I succeed in seeing that they can be independent? Will they be able to work together for each other, at the least (they each have different strengths/weaknesses)? When my time comes - hopefully still a long way off - will I be at peace knowing they will be OK? I had a near panic attack thinking about the what ifs. The thought that we all get what's coming to us and there's nothing we can do about it was almost too much for the moment. Then the dogs wanted in from outside and the moment was over. Still, what a good day it was. No use mourning yesterday or living in fear of tomorrow with so much to do today. This moment is mine and by god I'm going to soak it in.
Just say the word Al, and I'll overnight some Dreamland ribs to your door. Or whatever your favorite ribs are from this part of the mainland. You're good people and I'm glad you found your way onto this site. I'm loving the updates, my friend. And just think about it, if "little Westley" makes it, she'll be more well known (at least on this site) than "baby Jessica" that fell in that well 30 years ago.
