Here Sue... pull up to the bar... lemme pour you a touch of rum. Lime?
Unfortunately... you've called for a minor tour of Tead. I'll make it sound all romanticy and shit... but keep in mind you've entered one of the darker local establishments for you drink this evening.
So... my heart will always belong to The Great NW. I babble on about it often. I grew up in an agricultural area. We had some pretty significant hippie influences in the area. My mom to this day is a dope smokin hippie in the hills.... her hubby carves totem poles for tourists. When you mix up that stew, you end up with someone that might be attracted and sensitive to plant biology and cycles in a general sort of way.
Then, you dump that young lad into a world of 1's and 0's... back in the day when you really had to deal with 1's and 0's. The stew changes a bit and takes on some dimensions that scream for data. Always needing to test and fully understand the exact and complete nature of things. This, of course, can cause some issues in many aspects of life... including growing.
Then, of course, you discover gumbo. You can view both sides of the gumbo... the careful cook attending to every little issue, or the lover of zest that cooks with wild abandon. Both are awesome and contribute to the larger pot. The beauty in each unique concoction... The side aspects of life in general that even make gumbo possible...
I started off many years ago with some childhood soil grows. Off and on over the earlier years. I did lots of container grows for a while before Katrina (shhhhh.... don't say that damn word!). After, I decided to try active hydro. I was glued to every aspect. Found that heat made it impossible.... after I tried every damn solution under the sun. Moved back to soil for a while, then into hempy.
Honestly, after I put so much time and effort into the active hydro, I was kinda burned out. That's about when I started wingin it a bit more. Then, I discovered that wingin it kinda worked for me. I was super attracted to the idea since it touched back to my youth.
I tried to swing back to the technical ways of thinking when I first started hempy, but soon discovered the insanity that was to be found when checking one's hempy runoff. I switched over to the 'lazy' style of growing and haven't looked back.
There lies poor Tead. Stuck in a sea of wonderful things. Like a bit of goodness in a big ole gumbo pot. Still growing... still learning... still laughing.
Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share SS. I get much pleasure from forming these thoughts and ideas into words. How's that drink doin?