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Teddy Edwards
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OMG Grizz
Hi Grizz. Reg said it. What a lovely, big, healthy bush. Wishing you good finishing weather.
Good luck in the finals. May your wood touch your jack. Sorry, that sounds rude now I've written it.
Let's have a Grecian update.....
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FLOWERING DAY SOMETHING
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk.
Or perhaps, like me, Keats just had a bit of a cold.
The other reason for this is that it is a little like how the three girls seemed to me at watering today. Tired. Getting to the end. All energy seeping from their leaves. Their work almost done. All that glorious green of full veg has gone. That glow they have at first flowering has faded. That pride they show in their work, like CareStaker's look right now, has dissipated. Harvest is close.
I'm not sure that I'm seeing any more amber trichomes. Perhaps the timing mis-adventure has stalled them. Perhaps because my eyes are streaming I can't really see them.
BLUEBERRY is still, aesthetically, the pick of the bunch. And the biggest, toughest buds. The Uma Thurman in Kill Bill. The Bruce Lee. Be like water, my friends.
MAZAR is the scraggy girl. Hair all over the shop, loose buds. Like that actress who Clint Eastwood married - whatshername - bit lanky and pallid.
MASTERKUSH also has sweet, hard buds, although not alternating. She walks a middle path. Real quality though. It shines through like Katie Hepburn.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:–Do I wake or sleep?
Sleep I think. I am retiring to my bed, like Marcel Proust, to turn out a literary masterpiece. Or I might just watch a Colombo DVD. Tough choice.
See you in the morning, Playmates.
May your god go with you.
Pip Pip! Mr Teddy x