We are in flower! You will notice that I am also fermenting some home brewed fruit wines in this tent. They have some black plastic shrouds to keep the light from impacting the brews but these have been omitted for the pic.
The red is a combination red grape and blackberry, both grown right here on my city-steader postage stamp in Victoria BC, Canada. The yellow is made from plums picked from my next door neighbour’s tree. It was a very prolific year for fruit here this year, of the type I see only once every decade or so. I always harvest over 100lbs of grapes every year and make a lot of canned preservatives and fill my freezers with concentrate. I’m only a lowly home brewer, not a fine wine connoisseur. I brew to a decently high alcohol level, 13-14%, stabilize and then back-sweeten, and sometimes blend, to taste. These carboys are 6 US gallons and I have a third one underway that is solely my homegrown grape, which when brewed alone can be steered into a decent (to me) rose. This rose batch also has 8 ounces of dried cannabis flower in it (in closed, permeable baggies) which slowly decarbs as the ferment rolls along. Although tempurature never reaches the 90deg level, so long as I age in a grow tent where temps are always over 75 and go over 80 for the lights-on period, a wonderful amount of active cannabinoids infuse into the wine that readily pass the brain blood barrier upon drinking - providing a very pleasant experience. These fermenting wines also pass on a great benefit to the plants currently growing in the SIPs as well, as they constantly emit Co2, keeping my levels always above 850ppm and typically around 1000ppm - even though I am now circulating fresh air in constantly from outdoors and evacuating outdoors also, in this 5x5. (My second 5x5 tent is in a large room and just cycles air within the room, making it less suitable for the more pungent ripening crops).
I’ve decided to share that very recently, not too long after my 50th birthday, I was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. The tumour has already nearly closed my esophagus and I’m forced to live from a liquid diet. That’s not why I made wine, heheh, I do that all the time, but I certainly am grateful to have retained at least my appreciation for it in the meantime. Frankly, it is an extremely serious diagnosis and I will be undergoing the full complement of misery-inducing cancer treatments, including a major surgery, in the coming months. I’m very sorry if this news disturbs you, but I realized that I would not be able to keep it from you, to suffer in silence, and still somehow take part in this community in any way similar to the manner in which I have done for the last, nearly, two years now. This community is very meaningful to me and I wish to take part for as long as possible.
Due to unrelated circumstances, I’ve been living with pain and as a result, relative poverty, for some time, and I fully expect this new epoch will be an experience of the type I’d never willingly choose, nor one that will favourably impact my prospects generally. Nonetheless, our suffering can impart a great deal of wisdom, of humility, of humanity, and perhaps, for a few (others), even nobility. Wherever I go with this, I really want to thank you for your patience with me up to now, and ask perhaps for you to extend to me, please, a little bit more going forward… as I meekly go where all men have gone before.