Tead's Indoor-ish, Winter, Hempy, OGK, SOG

actually, It's not hempy as I have my drain holes in bottom of bottles. So just sea of green I guess. If hempy is better, then I can go hempy with my next batch of 2 liter bottles, no problem.

Well... 6 of one... 1/2 dozen of another. Various styles and growing techniques play out very uniquely in every individual's world.

I use the hempy method mostly because I'm lazy and cheap. The res in the bottom of a hempy bucket holds enough water to get me thru a few days without feeding or watering. My feeding schedule really resembles a soil watering routine. It's really very easy and thus appealing to the lazy gardener.

Of course, there's a significant backdrop in my world that colors every decision and choice. Heat and humidity. Keep in mind that all of my choices are made with heat and humidity in mind and thus may not work out as well in your local world.

I have to toss out that disclaimer whenever possible. I really do exist is a poor growing region and do everything I can to mitigate those issues. My pure perlite choice is a good example of this. I use perlite alone to allow for better water movement and evaporation in my high humidity (100% at the moment) environment.


Let's touch on some definitions while we're here as well.
Sea of Green (SoG) is a garden technique where one maintains a constant stream of plants thru the garden in various stages. It involves the use of separate growing and vegging areas and gives the gardener a flow of blooming plants. This is what I am doing. I have a veg tent with babies and young ladies waiting to hit the bloom area. My bloom area has barely blooming girls and ladies nearing harvest.
Drain to Waste (DtW) is a hydroponic growing method that doesn't have a res and the nutrients just flow over the roots and medium and are not retained or reused. DtW has a deep history. There are many stories of folks growing in gravel or other neutral mediums way back in the early days of hydroponic growing. Hempy is a DtW hybrid. It maintains a res, but is flushed to waste at every feeding.


There.... see... Tead's still training.... can't help it. Did it so many years that it's somehow invaded my DNA.

But to return to the crux of the issue... it really is just a choice of how you want to run your garden and what works best for you.
A wise eye might suggest you kick a tire on the lazier method saving a dime along the way. It requires little except a 2L bottle with a hole in it.
 
Damn man, you brought a tear to my eye. Memories of humping it though the brush, nothing but your ruck, rifle, and brothers.
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...I gotta go feed the dog.


It's a 'romantic' sort of thing. Hard to describe to the uninitiated. Being the master of your own local world in those ways can lead to very 'heady' ideas and thoughts.... and, of course, instant death. To hold the hand of one's comrades and dance together like angels among the chaos at hand, wielding power and total might bare in the sea of other dances. You have to exercise some serious wisdom at these times, but it's a beautiful thing... right up until shit falls completely to pieces and you dance step makes some significant changes.

Yup... romantic as shit... right up until it isn't.

Not Christmas thoughts. Family and friends provides a much safer environment.... well.... at least they don't carry weapons of that caliber.

Kind of odd happy thoughts tho... days gone by. Days that leave memories of all sorts... not all bad. I really enjoy celebrating some and always like to give a nod to a mentor. Harvey was a very good-hearted man. Drank too much of course, but we all did. He could never stop and it was his end. The memories haunting his world were something he could never overcome.
I never felt good about putting my life in anyone else's hands. I always knew I could lock a line onto Harvey and get thru the storm if I found my shit hangin in the wind. There were very few of these sorts of rocks in my world and his presence was very welcome.

Funny side note. One of those 'rocks' was deployed to New Orleans during Katrina many years after we served together. It was super fun to catch up.
 
We all have friends... good friends... life long friends. But there are no friends like those that willingly step into death's kitchen with you to dance around the devil and dare him to come out and play. I've known more than I deserve to. Too many of them gone now, unable to outrun the ghosts of the past, a few unlucky ones still running today. <sigh>

You got me to thinking about these hard brave men I've known Tead. Hiding in the crapper, shaking and fighting tears actually. Mostly all military, although a heap of biker trash too. Men who don't bat an eye at killing, yet won't hunt because they can't hurt animals. Caused me to make a handful of phone calls just to say Hey. I don't know if it helped any of them, but it did me good to hear their voices.

For those of you that have such friends, you never know when the devil is going to want them to dance again, so reach out just to say Hey.
 
You both brought me to tears. Damn sativa influence. *sniff*

Merry Christmas Tead. :hugs: You too Rifleman. :hugs:

Here ya go..... Passing to the left. :cheesygrinsmiley:

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This one's nearly gone. It's been shared a lot. I'll roll another if no one else has one.

 
63 years on this blue pearl and I don't believe I've ever been subjected to humidity levels like that. What a life, eh? Is this commonplace in your world Tead?

Here ya go...... had some sweet wax gifted.

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Is this commonplace in your world Tead?

Yes. Often it's accompanied with higher temps so you don't see the crazy condensation, but this time of years brings variations on the theme. I reviewed the weather data... we hit a low of 93% humidity earlier today.
These are the reasons I do crazy things in my world to avoid problems brought on by humidity.
Meh.... keeps the skin soft.
 
Yes. Often it's accompanied with higher temps so you don't see the crazy condensation, but this time of years brings variations on the theme. I reviewed the weather data... we hit a low of 93% humidity earlier today.
These are the reasons I do crazy things in my world to avoid problems brought on by humidity.
Meh.... keeps the skin soft.

Hahaha! There ya go, positive vibrations. Lol!
 
So.... I'm cookin a little Xmas breakfast for my sweetheart the other day... a baked egg/milk affair with lots of additions including my sweetie's favorite... black olives. As I'm adding olives to the concoction, I ask her "Is this too many olives?". She lovingly replies.... "No such thing as too much... just like love!". She gets a smooch as I ponder the wisdom of her words and dump in some onions.

This morning, I'm seeing that my garden DOES NOT fall into that same category. It seems a definition of "Too damn much!".

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Bloom
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Bonus Betty!
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So.... I'm cookin a little Xmas breakfast for my sweetheart the other day... a baked egg/milk affair with lots of additions including my sweetie's favorite... black olives. As I'm adding olives to the concoction, I ask her "Is this too many olives?". She lovingly replies.... "No such thing as too much... just like love!". She gets a smooch as I ponder the wisdom of her words and dump in some onions.

This morning, I'm seeing that my garden DOES NOT fall into that same category. It seems a definition of "Too damn much!".

Veg
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Bloom
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Bonus Betty!
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:laughtwo: I like that woman of yours. After my own heart. :Love:

Baked eggs and potatoes in cream. Mmmmmm. One of my favorite comfort meals. Loaded with garlic and onions and swimming in butter. Mmmm....

Good morning Tead. Let me do something about breakfast now. :laughtwo: We knew it'd get crowded in there. It's so hard to reign back the passion. Lol!
 
:laughtwo: I like that woman of yours. After my own heart. :Love:

Baked eggs and potatoes in cream. Mmmmmm. One of my favorite comfort meals. Loaded with garlic and onions and swimming in butter. Mmmm....

Good morning Tead. Let me do something about breakfast now. :laughtwo: We knew it'd get crowded in there. It's so hard to reign back the passion. Lol!
Swimming in cannabutter??
 
Cannataters!
Tead calls 'dibs' on the Cannataters.
I swear, with all the butter and fat we spread on food down here, legalization will bring on some very new and creative dining options.

What a nice thought. :cheesygrinsmiley:
 
Cannataters!
Tead calls 'dibs' on the Cannataters.
I swear, with all the butter and fat we spread on food down here, legalization will bring on some very new and creative dining options.
For supper tonight, we fixed cannatators with baked ham left over and it was delicious . I'll have some more for breakfast in morn., with eggs & toast !! We also make lots of cookies and fudges !!
 
Some notes this morning about Osmocote+ hempy feeding amounts.

I've settled into 2 different feeding tiers for my girls. The Indica heavy strains seem to feed a touch heavier while the Sativa strains are a touch sensitive.
I've been setting up 2L Osmo buckets lately for my clone's permanent homes.
Base Osmo amounts have been either 6 or 7 grams of Osmocote+. 7g for the Indicas and 6g for the Sativas. One could easily roll these amounts for whatever size container you use. I distribute the Osmo pretty evenly thru the mix with a heavier touch down deep in the res area.
Popping seeds in these amounts will usually result in dead babies. Get them going in a starter pot first, then re-plant at maybe 4 inches. Well rooted clones seem to do just fine.
All watering includes 1tsp of CalMag.
Keep temps in mind. The Osmocote+ pumps harder when the temps are up. One might add 1g to this config if your garden stays around 70f. My garden lives in at least 80f at most times.... even now in late Dec. There's a temp chart on the Osmocote+ website.
 
Was there any canna taste left in such a feisty concoction?
Can't imagine there would be... but perhaps.
Yes there was a little to much cannabis taste, because my wife went crazy with the butter. They don't have to float in the frying pan !! But They were still delicious !! And I was stoned till into the afternoon !!
 
So.... Carrie Fisher. Love her... always have... but for her mouth instead of her golden bikini. Plus, Debbie has the most interesting story with the whole Eddie Fisher/Liz Taylor bit.
Of course, New Orleanians chase any reason to party like a hound on a hog and we held a parade in honor of her. It was a less formal walking parade (no big floats) that rolled thru side streets in a area called "The Bywater".
Fun stuff. Cold, so not so many gold lemme bikinis... but it was still fun none the less.
 
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