It’s my Sunday already
. Omg those 4 days flew! I have bounced up, got my walk on, and cleaned like a motherfucker.
So everyone has their grow cross to bear. Some have mould, others humidity problems, temperature issues, mine is spidermites. Or nits as I call them. So to keep them under control, treatment and cleanliness is the best plan of attack. Well I think it is. I live a super oraganised and sparkling clean life. Disorder and grubbiness literally gives me anxiety. I have had many a boyfriend be shocked at how a woman can be so clean, yet so so dirty. I put it down to dodgy genetics and poor role modeling from adults in my formative years coz as my old nan used to say
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So the grow rooms have been mopped and sprayed with a really poisonous insect barrier spray. I am careful to remove water sources and water trays to stop cross contamination of the poison to my plants. Oh and dem fridge dry 62 feelz! Yeah baby!
Everyone except AnnMarie my Black Sugar has been drenched. I use Safers on the flowers, Neem on the veg. AnnMarie has nits, but at this point I can’t risk adding moisture to her chicken nuggets.
Suns out guns out!
My Wookiee is taking a direct hit!
My man is trimming my trees today (not a euphemism). I have a before pic. I’ll be back later with the before vs after pic, which I will post through my tears. This beautiful cluster of green will be gone by the close of business. There’s not a day that I don’t look up at my faux green heart area and feel grateful of life. Here’s our last one for now. Till they grow back. And I really do think of you all in my heart and I really am sending you smiles. And happiness. And good stuff. Xo