Time to show your grow.

[YYCannabis]

Looks like SM freaked-out after the flip. Something happened to her hormones and it’s causing the fingers to grow directly from the stem instead of the central leaf base. Probably a combo of heat stress + flip.
Keep an eye on new leaf growth for signs of hormone balance recovery.

[Ckbrew]

Growing strong, some funky looking leaves there.

[Ckbrew]

Four plants in a 5x5

[homegrown]

Stretch has stopped, making buds now. I'm maxed out for light distance so running them at 75%. Still a little toasty for some leaves.Blue cheese is really doing well, buds are fattening up and she's frosty already. Santa Muerta has changed her growth after flip...Any leaves after flip have split into fingers in the stem. Old fan leaves look normal. No idea what caused that... Some pics.

[homegrown]

No wasted space there...how many plants Ck?

[YYCannabis]

I’m quite happy with it all. I really enjoy my time tending to the garden every night. The girls reward me very nicely.

[Drphil69]

That is a nice grow!

[Ckbrew]

I laid down last night, but I could not take my rest...

[Gator]

Awesome, just awesome

[ductwizard]

sweet jesus thats nice

[Bowhunterwoody]

Definitely chunky. Very nice.

[Wayzee]

Lovely n chunky looking!!

[Ckbrew]

That's a fine crop of dank you grew there.

[Wayzee]

The fother muckers.

[YYCannabis]

Ode to Donny, the Resin Queen

In quiet DWC she found her start,
A spark of green with lionheart.
Under LEDs she reached for light,
Then felt the warmth of full sun’s might.

She grew in silence, sweet and bold,
Her pistils kissed by dusk and gold.
With sugar leaves and trichome frost,
A work of art that can’t be lost.

Her roots drank deep, her leaves turned flame,
Each yellow tip a whispered name.
She weathered flush, and in her prime,
She bowed her crown — the end of time.

But death, for Donny, is not the end —
She blooms again in every friend
Who breathes her in, who feels her peace,
Her essence sparking sweet release.

She’ll soothe the mind, relax the bone,
Make laughter rise when you’re alone.
A legacy in jars she leaves,
In terpene trails and healing leaves.

So raise a bowl to what she gave —
A life well-grown, a harvest brave.
Donny, gone from stalk and sun,
Yet her journey’s just begun.