"How pedestrian and misogynistic."
At "It's" base of terms that is a very true statement.
Hobo: A traveling worker who is generally with out a Home.
Harem: A group of wives or concubines that are to live in a separate area from the main home, generally found in the royalty of a Muslim household.
Yet here we find that very situation, in a HillBillys hidy hole. I am happened to be helping shape a Canna-Bonsai, that is steady producing pollen to be collected. He is also the only "HE" to be Had in this particular spread so, "I calls 'em Likes I see's 'em."
All the Ladies to one area and Him to his own. Like some stereo-typical Tim Allen sitcom, "King of the Castle" or some such shit.
I just want to be King of whatever brings aphids to Extinction, pHucking azzholes.
I'll admit to a fair amount of chest banging when it comes to me getting on my "Raised Bed Soapbox" to preach how much better an organic input into soils are as opposed to Miracle Grow. Well I seem to do ok in the "show me" department with what, I am proselytizing thru the digital realms an beyond. Gain mostly the same resistance they find in me just bathing the ladies is salt based nutrient filled solutions.
It's difficult but it's ok, I don't mind that much. You were checking out my JUGS, go ahead you can sroll up, or down, they don't bounce but they are efficient that is for sure.
Yep it's the milk jug. I've taken to gutting these bad boys an just making it work, why pay when I know I have a metered US GAL right here brand new every day or so, 3 little ones will do that to a gallon of milk. Those commercial 1 gal plastic bags are nice as well, cheap too, but well, it's just more plastic at this point in my garden.
Probably just keep those around for the official side of the "Nursery".
Sophisticatedly Poor.
Milk Jugs an Canna-Bonsai pots abound, up-cycle is a good word for, couldn't waste the capitol on that shit. Money should be working for me right? Well that's the idea that I've come to grasp.
Grade, or Primary school does very little to teach that.
Sit quiet, look forward, pass this test so we can get better funding. Shit to be on a school board now a days huh? pHuck that eh, now add the covid monies they are throwing around to open a school.
Makes me wonder on how much I and others of my generations have helped to contribute to this problem, how much I continue to feed into all the broken.
Not possible, well maybe, just not as noticeable an impact from myself.
Things that rattle around when applying new binds to the Petrified OG. Things like this take time, for sure. More than I am allowed to spend. Probably one of the reasons I find my self in this deficit, of a day down on a week. I am happy with the results of this long running Petrified OG and the Newly broken ground
Platinum Gorilla in the Big Green Pot at the top there.
I do have an affinity for these flowers, an their ability to take such strain in not only stride, but most that make it to the end of harvest have that extra punch, that little bit sweeter. Another one of those things that's just hard to define. The "Beauty to Danger" curve comes to mind.
The more Beautiful a particular thing, it in turn happens to be inherently more dangerous.
In this case it is actually ignorance of a Beautiful thing that is the dangerous part. Go figure, flowers not dangerous.
Had an amazing day of sun throughout the garden. V11, which she smells like a pine tree and tastes the same at harvest. V11 - Green Spruce, on account of how tall an slender she looks in her early stage but seem to get tighter and darken with age, much like a Blue Spruce when it begins it's ready for a winter in the outdoors. Anyhow thought those reaching leaves looked too good to just not mention.
This is what was gifted to me in early 2020,馃憞 noted as v7 in the field grow but distributed as King Louis IIIX, and by all local accounts I've got the real McCoy. To which I like to mention the Disney movie Ferdinand, when the horses that are used to keep the bulls in line in the ring mention breeding, bulls generally are not breed in the same family a variety is desired where as in the horse world, how inbreed can they be but still stable, makes a top end stable, for purity purposes. 馃し鈥嶁檪
Her parents are quite related, I'm working it out, but soon.
She does herself and also comes from a line of fantastic hash bearers so this is a great genetic to start with in my opinion, and its the Card Dealt so here we go. On the way to a Jolly Roger Seed Co.
I subscribe to the 100th monkey syndrome, so I got to get that out there before some other monkey does. Jolly Roger will more than likely take more time to setup then demand or need will satisfy once I figure how to handle it proper but here is the bottom, an that's one place to start, and also what better place than to be based in Weedcash? Should have a tester or two to go out in a few months once the larger ladies are ready.
Definitely not related, lol. She is Pom 5, papaya melon oz x wilson, Pom 1 is the same just a different expression, not sure how much different, you'll know when I know, deal?
These are starting to shape up nice, sorry no action shots.
Not pollinated she was too far along in her flower for that, takes 4 to 6 weeks to mature a seed, an this KL8th is in week 8 late, as of day of photo, only just starting to show milky with some hints of clear here and there so, Patience.
Side Nug on the POM 5
My Hearst Mug is getting quite Hairy and I kinda like it. 馃檮
Looks good from the back as well.
This Swans getting bushy as well, building strong.
I had a visitor not too long ago, close enough in time to member. They had asked, and said all in one shot how pretty that is and why do you still have them tied up, when can that be removed? My answer is a simple, maybe an hour or 3 before harvest, for her last photo op. I know some portion of the shape formed will stay but not the original intention just a shadow of its memory will stay. Like all life, they fight to grab the light. My distortions seem artful but in respect to the plant, and her view of my actions, I'm sure it is very displeasing.
Tops of the Hairy Hearst Mug, hey its a Mug Shot.
Get it?
Turrible I know but it happens, we're fine, an this side shot is pretty fine as well.
Hobo popped in my head on account of all my up-cycling, but I have yet to travel for this particular industry, soon I Hope. I would love to get back down south like when I was a dumb azz kid working for US Govt, actually see and get to know the good farmers of the country, you know, instead of help to perpetuate the everlasting lie of they don't pay taxes to us, so they are bad people, but those natural and human resources, yes well we will gladly just take that shit, no recourse. But it's like that inside our own imaginary lines, so to make that observation from a place of such facade is hollow. Glass houses and such.
Just leave you hanging there like Bridgett Bishop.
I'll get some more stickers up for the 5 Gallon Challenge and get a proper name plate on, but she needs to still be verified, not giving it up yet. The Big mac beans I had dropped in the water and then to the incubator have not giving me anything to work with as of yet, but I am always hopeful. I will be doubling down on the project as well and dunk the remaining 3 this evening, I didn't do the college thing but it's gonna get the Union Treatment here, if some didn't work then try some more, an if it breaks get a new one.
In this case if all 6 break then it's a GO. This Slymer Wilson cross is thick and getting tall. Starting to pick up steam, all for the better. Almost ready for her binds.
Knottydaddy, Tied Off.
