I'm already subbed Shiggity. Thanks for the invite.
Tomorrow I'll lift the Carn clone up closer. This was a lot more light than she's used to. I want to bring her in gently.
Ultra Dawg loves it already.
I think they'll be happy. I know I am. These boards weigh next to nothing. The thin fans put off a fair amount of heat, but a fan mounted to blow across them would eliminate any heat concerns. In this space there's plenty of air movement from the room itself, so this won't be a problem. All the heat from the lights over this space vent straight up into the room. The wire shelf above is wide open.
My bale of ProMix was delivered,
and Hash Hound, that sweet man, carried it up the 40 steps for me. What a friend!
Tomorrow or Thursday I'll mix up new soil.
He also came with gifts.
Interesting that the conversation in the room is centered around White Widow. WW is Hash Hound's major strain. He had some seeding going on that resulted in a nice WW x Cheese. The unmarked one is a cross with Querkle and WW, but I'm not certain of that. When Hash Hound sees this post he'll correct me if I'm wrong. He tells me to expect seeds in that bud.
And I think I'll start with the Cheesy one. I've never smoked anything with Cheese.
How blessed do I feel that my first taste comes from such a talented one of our own? Pretty damned blessed, in case you didn't notice.
Four little hits and I can feel her creeping in. Let me explore this unknown landscape.
What a day! I rolled out of bed to be invited to go walking with a friend who treated me to lunch. Came home to gifted lights being assembled and hung with the help of a 420 friend who left me with buds of his own making. Another friend hauled the bale of Promix for me, and Hash Hound saved me the trouble and strain of carrying it up to the third floor. A day overflowing with joy.
Thank you Hash Hound, for coming to my rescue once again.
And thank you Dan, for the transformation of my garden into something spectacular.
All my garden ducks are in a row. Now it's up to me to learn to grow plants that more than meet the patient needs. Somewhere in me is a POTM that'll mushroom into a POTY.
A girl can dream, eh? I'm surrounded by brilliance. I'm beyond the grieving stage. I feel like I've found my calling in the med threads. I'm ready to learn to grow. I have equipment, lights, supplies, and the best coaches anyone could ask for.
This, my friends, is what one should expect from a life centered on joy. See why I keep after you to share that joy? There's a powerful rule in the universe that you get back what you put out. I don't see how I can be balancing the scales of all this abundance and happiness that keeps tumbling through my life, but I'll not complain.
Be joyful, and take every opportunity to share a smile, a laugh, some doses of unconditional love in this world overwhelmed with conditions. Do it just because it feels good. Life is supposed to feel good. Watch the universe bring you more to be joyful about.
Know what my greatest joy is? This. Just being here and doing all I can to help anyone that needs it. This doesn't cost me anything more than time, but the rewards I get far surpass anything money could buy.
Thank you all for caring about my ever-expanding garden, and for welcoming me into your lives so freely. Have a wonderful day.