I have been growing since April. I did not plan for anything. I found an ideal spot right under the noses of society. I had been looking this spot over for a couple years. I've put seeds in dirt countless times,but always neglected them and, you know what happened. This ideal site I found turned out a problem.Please learn from this. Anyway I took seeds from a bag a smoke I acquired,and planted them in small pots,about the size of Dixie cups. The seeds came right up so, I gotta hurry and transfer them to bigger pots. I did this three times,then decided ideal spot here they come. I started digging and I ran into a bricks buried from an old train station that had been torn down. I'm tired of transplanting so, I did the best I could with the area over the bricks. I mean the spot was so secluded and had cover on all sides,with a large area of open space,sunshine all day except maybe an hour in the morning and maybe two at night,about 16,17 hours. They thrived. They were 8ft before I could tell sex. I end cutting 9 otta 17 down. It's really hard to cut down your babies,they were beautiful,RIP. The rest are budding very well. I am drying a couple branches in the closet now,they got heavy and broke from the wind.I've been transporting 10 gal a day since April on a ten speed with a milk crate on the carrier on the back of the bike. I also figured out a perfect route,going the wrong way on a one way,nobody follows. Even if they tried I'd spot em before I got to the woods. Like I say, I'm dryin em now so I don't know yet,but the buds are sticky. Plan yes,but there's something to be said for diving in too. You may find a love for what yer doin. Oh yea,the bricks provided drainage so, I bought myself a lotta work. Man I hope it's been worth the strain. I'll let ya know. Wish me luck.
