Daily Update: Perpetual Tent - Week 16, Day 3
Maintenance notes:
- Transplanted Auto Jock Horror x Auto Amnesia.
- Transplanted Afghani #2 into a 10 gallon Geo Pot in crate.
I took some nice shots today. They were sooo happy, it was a delight to be in there. I unzip this tent before I do anything else because I can almost hear them calling. Those flaps fall open and we all chortle, we're so glad to see each other. I swear, I can hear them.
I ask you, do you have any other plants under your care that engender this affectionate response? See? You're just as lost to them as I.
I sure do love this hobby. *giggle*. Lest any of you think this is written for effect, let me assure you, it comes close to real time expression. I try not to edit it down. Aren't you lucky?
Hey! You're here voluntarily.
Let's see what everyone's up to today, shall we?
Soul Seeds White Widow (Day 67) She's huge! The way she's bent over makes her deceptively small. We won't know until harvest just how much is there. She's so inaccessible that I've had to just leave her in the hands of the soil, which seems more than capable of accepting the challenge.
Jamaican Dream (Day 49) I count 12 tops playing around in this plot. What a delightful plant. She's absolutely no trouble, asks for nothing more than to be loved and flooded with light. She still hasn't had anything to drink since transplant, so tomorrow she's getting the next scheduled drench, regardless. I could feel it in her leaves. Is this a valid method of determine hydration levels of the soil? I guess my real question is, does anyone else find they can tell in advance that a plant is getting thirsty by feeling the leaves? There's always that subtle color change, of course, but I'm speaking of the texture of the leaves. Regardless, in our current situation, I can't afford to let her get too dry. We're in the tent now. We're blooming.
Dark Devil Auto in LOS. (Day 34) End of the week I'll upcan her.
Two weeks ago this plant looked like that. Dark Devil Auto in Doc's kit soil. (Day 49) Amazing how they do that.
Carnival (Day 104)
I need to jump over to Graytail's journal and remind myself how much they can change in a month. Under this light schedule that's going to run faster, I think. This is a really interesting thing to witness, the speeding up of their development.
She's started the fade, she's scheduled for her first CAT within a week. Yeah.
My tiny pots are packing it on. Every single one of them. Incredible.
I was sitting on the floor, so this caught my eye.
All the big girls are now in fabric pots and set into crates. You wouldn't believe how easy this makes it to move these pots around and fit them into a controlled space. The open holes on the crates allow me to set them into a tote and drench them effortlessly. The Kit plants are much lighter and easier to put back soaking wet.
The fabric pots encourage root development and offer much better oxygen intake.
How nice that I bought those 10 gallon pots. That was one of those purchases I recently questioned. I bought them just as Dale was dying, and some of my decisions during that time seemed questionable. Since then they've all turned out for the best. I have a wonderful guardian angel.
This was another of those ideas I picked up from hanging around that brilliant mind we call Graytail. He sure does come in handy. I keep saying that, don't I? Huh! Must be true.
Thanks Graytail.
Whew! This one's just under the wire, isn't it? I got lost in the threads and then wandered into YouTube and fell into a page on Nat King Cole. Sappy, easy to sing love songs formed the backdrop for this narration. I've had "(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons" running on a loop for a while here, and I've just about reached the point where I can type and sing and not miss a note. It's a game I play. Keep the mind sharp, tune the vocal cords, challenge both parts of the brain to work simultaneously and immerse myself in sappy love songs. How can you go wrong?
See how much fun my day is? I have my moments, let me tell you
but for the most part my days are what I encourage you to express. Fill them with joy. It's an approach to life that won't let you down. Here - reinforcement hug -
You're welcome. My pleasure.
See you around the threads.