This is my first post. Another member of the geezer set, 72 and still going 5 years post stroke. Life long left-coaster. Love is what really matters in all things. Fuck death, it’s coming soon enough.
This is my third year growing. That's me with the pitchfork with my first crop in 1975. Not a flower to be seen, I am confident. HA!
I grow outdoors exclusively. Center pic is most of this year's crop a few days ago. I also have a few bag seed plants, mostly out of frame except the one runt front left. Included are Afgoo, Lemon Kush, Arjan Haze, Acapulco Gold, Bay Dream, Deadhead OG and Juicy Fruit, all feminized. All of my purchased seed germinated successfully. I gave a bunch of plants away. I have a total of 16 plants left, including the aforementioned 4 baggies, three of which are stunted but a healthy deep green. Checking every day for nuts. Don't want no boys.
I have a very restricted grow space, and because we have a HUGE pine tree in our backyard, I have to move my plants multiple times a day or they would only get a partial day of full sun. The photo on the right is the plants' night/morning space. It's about 5 1/2 feet wide and 12 feet long. Yep, all them plants (except the baggies). Did I mention that I have to move all of my plants at least 7 times a day? Have you ever heated and/or cooked with wood that you had to make (i.e., cut) yourself? It heats you twice, once when you cut it and once when you burn it. I feel like my plants do similar "duty" for me - I have to move them every day, providing me with physical exercise and physical therapy, and it gets me seriously screwed up. Warms me twice! Cough, cough.