Late-night news from the secret attic grow room...
PROJECT 26 UPDATE
Okay, it's getting super interesting up there so here's the look...
Let's see the differences now becoming so apparent. First, my Hyenas are mostly sativa, so they always take their sweet time blooming. They have nice frost and the expected interior development but as usual they are going to be the last to be harvested...
But Blueberry is ruling the roost at the moment
Big, frosty, bursting with color and yummy trichomes everywhere...
It's just a pretty plant. I clipped the first small sample bud before I left last Friday and it was still drying today but like it's sugar coated.
The tallest Amnesia bud is rocking:
It's really tall and as fruity-licious as it looks. I just touch it and it's like I petted a skunk.
The MOAC still looms in the back like a malevolent giant...
This one bears watching...my spider-sense tells me it might be special indeed.
Speaking of special...ever have a moment where you accidentally knock something off the counter and somehow save it just before it crashes onto the floor and shatters into a million pieces? Yeah? Well, I had something like that this morning...
My wife works from home, she's an executive for a major telecom company and while it's a bit complex at times considering I have a pot farm in our attic that she knows nothing about, I manage to manage having her around a lot and after two full years have not spilled my secret. This morning I popped out into the garage with the idea of going up there later, and as I stepped out into the garage the concentrated smell of fifteen blooming reefer plants hit me right in the nostrils! My setup might be tucked away way back in the depths of the attic but the smell at this stage is becoming almost uncontrollable. I have a serious exhaust fan and a 30-pound carbon filter which channels all grow room exhaust out a dedicated roof vent, yet the smell was everywhere down here in the garage! Shit!
To make matters worse, my wife was about to leave. I knew as soon as she stepped out into the garage my shit would be busted. She isn't stupid and she certainly knows the smell of weed. I immediately opened the garage door then came back inside hoping to go up and distract her for awhile while the wind hopefully cleared out the skunk smell. As soon as I came in I knew it was too late. I felt panic welling up as I heard her shut the upstairs door and start down the stairs.
Thinking quickly, I ducked back out into the garage and pulled out my bowl and a film canister of weed I always keep on me. I stuffed a hunk into the pipe and flamed that fucker like there was no tomorrow, pulling and exhaling about five quick hits around the door of her car before she appeared. It was just in time! She looked at me, waved away the smoke, and said something about me being a dope fiend smoking at 8 am. But it worked...my smoke clouds masked the ambient smell of a secret reefer forest and she got into her car and drove away none the wiser! I was literally sweating as the garage door closed, my secret safe again for another day...
Good thing I was holding a bowl because damn I needed it! I smoked until my heart got under 200 beats per minute, then had to laugh. This is probably the first time I ever used the smell of pot to cover the smell of pot...and it saved my farm!
I have to get some of those car air fresheners and hang them around the garage until we chop this smelly bunch. Whew. That was too close.
Peace, Hyena