Mornin', Old Farts! Nice and cool around here thanks to that Canadian cold front. They're calling for a little rain today, so I think I'll hall my lazy arse out to the pot pen and toss a few handfuls of Shultz 10-54-10 and some foot soak on 'em and let the rain do the work.
Can't wait for harvest to be over. I miss my inside girls. They kept me on a regular schedule. Wake up, take a whizz, scratch the scratchables, stagger downstairs, check the PPMs and PH, and wonder at the beauty that is called marijuana.
Still got plenty of weed in the pantry, so I don't think I'll go for a cash crop this winter. I've got some seeds that made it from India to England to Texas to Michigan via a cousin of mine (he's a swamp rat turned beach bum) that I'm going to make a first run with. Gonna pop all the seeds, keep the females and one or two males, and let 'em breed. I'll keep the seeds for future breeding and make bubble outta everything else.
The next run after that is going to be something exotic. The owner of the local compassion club is a cash cropper. He gets all kinds of exotic seeds but has no room to experiment with 'em, so I'll see what kind of deal he can come up with. I figure if he supplies the seeds, I'll supply the knowhow and room. I figure he'll be after a healthy mother or a butt load of clones, either of which I can live with. I'll wind up with breeding stock, a new momma, and some pollen to keep on ice. Sounds like a win-win for both of us.
Glad to hear you're feeling better, Keef. Takes more than a smashed head to kill a swamp rat!