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My bucolic corner

Gingerbeard

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There's real poetry in that first picture, man. A thousand words ain't gonna cut it any more than a picture of the Grand Canyon ain't gunna tell you what the breeze at the bottom feels like. Not ginner waste words. Y'all can dab and drool at y'all's personal tolerances. Individually, each of those plants is better than any of my previous harvests.

Pineapple Kush. Eight and a half weeks old. I F'ing M'd my FIM on the upper right plant. The other three have been topped twice. All right stinky.

Picture four is how I use the sled I made for the tent. Instead of bussing the pots through the house for sunshine, I roll them to my bedroom door and unload. Saves about 40' of travel, round trip, per plant. Averages a mile in 33 days. Some of the morning was spent getting the tent ready to host the plants 24/7. No more going to the balcony for sun. Wires tucked away. Power strips placed higher to keep them out of the plants.

I'm going to celebrate, again, with what you see in the last two pictures. The item in the center of the last picture. If you could dust off the little crystals and amber terps, you would have a slightly smaller than a BB sized crystal of pure THC-A. Shit'll create a whole new level of high. I use a 69.57% (Total 83.94%) Lemon Cookies live resin sauce as a chaser.

I went neo-medieval on my SD card and formatted it. Not that you knew it wasn't, but it is now working... usually.
 

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I swear this is a true story.

One morning, newly wed, over coffee, my first ex asked if I remembered the night before. I hadn't. Turned out I was speaking to her in French. She took a few classes between high school and college and we had, maybe, fifteen seconds of conversation in French. Normal stuff like I was asking her about work and her folks.

My only foreign language experience, at the time, was a semester of HS German.
 
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