You know how this works....
Standing in the middle of nowhere,
Wondering how to begin.
Lost between tomorrow and yesterday,
Between now and then.
It's another year, we're off on another complete circle around the sun, just like the last one..... only maybe not.
For those of you new to this circus, allow me to introduce you to the wonderful world of growing marijuana in Hawaii. I will be your partner in crime, along with a few other voices that just will not be silenced. Some of us live on a beautiful warm island called Maui, but we are scattered all over the state.
This ain't a growlog as you would expect one to be, no it's gone past that. If you have stumbled into this looking for actual knowledge, sorry, your in the wrong place. The knowledge contained in here is only good until you reach the water, past that point, it's worthless.
While we are in the process of crushing any illusions you may have been harboring, might as well give you some more bad news. That shitty phone I own is alive and kicking, so the pics won't be getting better any time soon.
So let me wrap this up. Shitty pics, No actual knowledge shared. A rather manic leader....
So I gotta ask....why are you here again?
Maybe because I can string words together pretty well? Or maybe you want front row seats to see how big of a crater I leave when lose it. Two extremes. Maybe something inbetween? Only you can answer that question.
And now we're back where we started
Here we go round again
Day after day I get up and I say
I better do it again
Twenty-fifteen is gonna be different than 2014. This year will be last year on steroids. Last year was wet, this one will be dry. Everything you will see is grown outside, rain at the wrong time can be death, sun at the right time.... that's gonna be this year.
The strains are simple. A short drive down the hill is Greyskull. With his fingers on the Mainland, just about anything there, makes its way here.... if we want it. Then on the other side of me is Casper. With his love of anything Bodi, and his local people, that route is well covered too. I sit in the middle of greatness, and some accidently splashes onto me. Go figure.
Comming up is a year filled with uncertainties. Laws are changing. To what we have no clue. My wife and I are caretakers for two other patients. Legaly I'm allowed 28 plants, but I cheat alot, so..... who knows how many are really growing at one time.
Where are all the people going?
Round and round till we reach the end.
One day, leading to another.
Get up, go out, do it again.
The garden is really a series of backfilled planters, though there have been so many plants put in them, the soil is mostly old FF Ocean, with homemade compost added in. At one time only half is planted, the othe half is planted in clover and allowed to go fallow for the half year. The garden itself was made by me jumping on a shovel, and a big iron toothpick called an O'o, over the course of a lifetime. Now I have it kinda just where I want it.
Unlike today, where you just plant anywhere, who cares what the neighbors say, this garden was planned and put in back when it was still illegal. So before I built the garden, I planted all kinds of cover, and put the plants in a shallow gulch. So they can NOT be seen from anywhere off my land.
The Summer gulch contains 21 spaces for clones and 7 spaces for trees. There are also another 11 holes in front of the house, these can be used for either plants from clone or trees from seed. and as of this monent, most of them are occupied.
I'm not known for my fast starts, no, I tend to slowly build up to madness, not launch the year with it, but this year is different. I'm banking on the powers that be, will be rather paralized at the changeover. If that is gonna happen, this will be the year it happens. This garden has an experation date. By the second week of April, it'll all be gone, replanted, with what we don't yet know.
And you think today is going to be better.
Change the world and do it again.
Give it all up and start all over.
You say you will but you don't know when.
In reality this year started late last year. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas I started 3 waves of Scogi (Skunkdog x Gogi OG) seed a week apart. One of those three waves should land in the sweetspot and I do think we have a winner.
Wave one got hit and put on the ground by not one but two Kona storms. Still, not bad. Maybe five more weeks. But missed early.
Wave Two. Direct hit. More Scogi These should be the ones. They'll get to five, six feet, and yield a half lb apiece.
Wave three.... Looking late. Probably gonna miss long. The strain may save me though. Not Scogi.
Now, If you think all I have been doing the past couple of months is fucking off, well you would have hit the nail on the head. But I did have time to add a few slots and another couple of planters into the gulch..... and now they see their first clones.
From this point on it gets nothing but better. As each day gets a little longer, the plants grow bigger, they yield more, and this is as ugly as the day's gonna get.
The days go by and you wish you were a different guy.
Different friends and a new set of clothes.
You make alterations and [a fact in you knows].
A new house, a new car, a new job, a new nose.
But it's superficial and it's only skin deep.
Cause the voices in your head keep shouting in your sleep,
Get back, get back!
Yes I know, compared to my last one this intro leaves much to be desired. But then again, we are talking weeks not months between logs. Sometimes you gotta let the voices scream for awhile, to catch the point they want to make.
But past this point, there is an entire unexplored year out there. What it holds, I don't have a clue. What I do know, is that you will find out a few minutes after me.
Standing in the middle of nowhere,
Wondering how to begin.
Lost between tomorrow and yesterday,
Between now and then.
It's another year, we're off on another complete circle around the sun, just like the last one..... only maybe not.
For those of you new to this circus, allow me to introduce you to the wonderful world of growing marijuana in Hawaii. I will be your partner in crime, along with a few other voices that just will not be silenced. Some of us live on a beautiful warm island called Maui, but we are scattered all over the state.
This ain't a growlog as you would expect one to be, no it's gone past that. If you have stumbled into this looking for actual knowledge, sorry, your in the wrong place. The knowledge contained in here is only good until you reach the water, past that point, it's worthless.
While we are in the process of crushing any illusions you may have been harboring, might as well give you some more bad news. That shitty phone I own is alive and kicking, so the pics won't be getting better any time soon.
So let me wrap this up. Shitty pics, No actual knowledge shared. A rather manic leader....
So I gotta ask....why are you here again?
Maybe because I can string words together pretty well? Or maybe you want front row seats to see how big of a crater I leave when lose it. Two extremes. Maybe something inbetween? Only you can answer that question.
And now we're back where we started
Here we go round again
Day after day I get up and I say
I better do it again
Twenty-fifteen is gonna be different than 2014. This year will be last year on steroids. Last year was wet, this one will be dry. Everything you will see is grown outside, rain at the wrong time can be death, sun at the right time.... that's gonna be this year.
The strains are simple. A short drive down the hill is Greyskull. With his fingers on the Mainland, just about anything there, makes its way here.... if we want it. Then on the other side of me is Casper. With his love of anything Bodi, and his local people, that route is well covered too. I sit in the middle of greatness, and some accidently splashes onto me. Go figure.
Comming up is a year filled with uncertainties. Laws are changing. To what we have no clue. My wife and I are caretakers for two other patients. Legaly I'm allowed 28 plants, but I cheat alot, so..... who knows how many are really growing at one time.
Where are all the people going?
Round and round till we reach the end.
One day, leading to another.
Get up, go out, do it again.
The garden is really a series of backfilled planters, though there have been so many plants put in them, the soil is mostly old FF Ocean, with homemade compost added in. At one time only half is planted, the othe half is planted in clover and allowed to go fallow for the half year. The garden itself was made by me jumping on a shovel, and a big iron toothpick called an O'o, over the course of a lifetime. Now I have it kinda just where I want it.
Unlike today, where you just plant anywhere, who cares what the neighbors say, this garden was planned and put in back when it was still illegal. So before I built the garden, I planted all kinds of cover, and put the plants in a shallow gulch. So they can NOT be seen from anywhere off my land.
The Summer gulch contains 21 spaces for clones and 7 spaces for trees. There are also another 11 holes in front of the house, these can be used for either plants from clone or trees from seed. and as of this monent, most of them are occupied.
I'm not known for my fast starts, no, I tend to slowly build up to madness, not launch the year with it, but this year is different. I'm banking on the powers that be, will be rather paralized at the changeover. If that is gonna happen, this will be the year it happens. This garden has an experation date. By the second week of April, it'll all be gone, replanted, with what we don't yet know.
And you think today is going to be better.
Change the world and do it again.
Give it all up and start all over.
You say you will but you don't know when.
In reality this year started late last year. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas I started 3 waves of Scogi (Skunkdog x Gogi OG) seed a week apart. One of those three waves should land in the sweetspot and I do think we have a winner.
Wave one got hit and put on the ground by not one but two Kona storms. Still, not bad. Maybe five more weeks. But missed early.
Wave Two. Direct hit. More Scogi These should be the ones. They'll get to five, six feet, and yield a half lb apiece.
Wave three.... Looking late. Probably gonna miss long. The strain may save me though. Not Scogi.
Now, If you think all I have been doing the past couple of months is fucking off, well you would have hit the nail on the head. But I did have time to add a few slots and another couple of planters into the gulch..... and now they see their first clones.
From this point on it gets nothing but better. As each day gets a little longer, the plants grow bigger, they yield more, and this is as ugly as the day's gonna get.
The days go by and you wish you were a different guy.
Different friends and a new set of clothes.
You make alterations and [a fact in you knows].
A new house, a new car, a new job, a new nose.
But it's superficial and it's only skin deep.
Cause the voices in your head keep shouting in your sleep,
Get back, get back!
Yes I know, compared to my last one this intro leaves much to be desired. But then again, we are talking weeks not months between logs. Sometimes you gotta let the voices scream for awhile, to catch the point they want to make.
But past this point, there is an entire unexplored year out there. What it holds, I don't have a clue. What I do know, is that you will find out a few minutes after me.
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