I got some to crack. But they were upstairs, across town, and the cups of water evaporated. Tried again, in very moist soil. Some sprouted... and dried up. One of them really wanted to live, though - it had a nine-inch viney stem from its search for light (they weren't close enough to a window).
Trying to grow cannabis on the other side of town in a semi-converted attic in Summer sure is a challenge.
I tried again, a couple of months ago (not Summer
), but couldn't get them to open in water. I guessed that the seed cases had become either impermeable, or too tough for the embryo to open, and decided to help. But I couldn't find my tubing cutter. I remembered some company or other advertising a handy dandy special purpose seed cracker on the forum, so I decided to invest in one. I thought it might be safer for the seed, and have some protection against accidentally launching the seed into some other dimension (unlike a standard tubing cutter). But (sc)Amazon did not appear to sell the things. I searched around, and finally found it. However, it turned out to not be especially cheap, made out of plastic, and sold from a cannabis seed store in (IIRC) another country. At which point, the heavy irony of "might as well just buy some fresh seeds if you're going to do
that, dumb@ss!" kind of p!ssed me off, and I didn't buy it.
So I went old-school, and talked my brother out of a scrap of sandpaper. I always assumed that gluing it inside a matchbox, and then bouncing a seed around inside, would accomplish only slightly more than planting it on the moon, or whatever people who don't have calendars and weather apps do, because you're not actually scooting the object against the sandpaper. Plus, I had neither a matchbook nor glue. I tried holding the seed and sanding it. That turned out to be more difficult than they tell you in shop class. But I was able to locate a disposable emery board that was left over from someone's failed local political campaign. Alas, he must have been running on an anti-cannabis platform - because the first seed I tried on it disappeared from my fingertips, and the second opened... but its contents turned into an inch long streak on the emery board.
With few remaining
victims subjects, I brought them back home and hid them from the neighborhood thieves. I hid them very well, in fact... <SIGH>
Currently awaiting new developments (in progress).
I hope to have a few plants growing next month. They need to be put somewhere outside, though. And that means within walking distance for a man with significant breathing issues and a bum knee. Options are some tall weeds by a highway that I can just about see from the end of my road, and a brush-covered hillside between that highway (but on the other side, and a mile or so from it) and a wide, shallow creek approximately 35' below. Neither site is optimum... With the first, I'll have to climb a 15' fence. With the second, well, getting halfway down the hill would be easy, because it's as steep as a ladder leaning against a wall. Stopping at my intended destination looks like a challenge - and the last ten feet or so of that hill is a vertical drop into the water where the culvert thing runs under the highway - as does climbing back up. Also, it'll have to be done at night, and my vision goes from "can't see what's across the road" to "can't see the road" when the light fades. But if I can do the hillside location, I might be able to find a length of old garden hose, get a funnel and some tape, and run the hose from almost at the road down to the plant; then, maybe I could casually(?) climb over the guardrail and hold onto it while I pour a half-gallon of water into the funnel once in a while. IDK. Life sucks when you're poor and broken. I should have listened to the parents and gone to college instead of being mental, partying, and working for the first SOB who would give me a paycheck, I guess.
