Nursery Rhymes....that don't
Nursery Rhymes....that don't
Ahhh...Well what do you know?
Spring has kinda snuck up on us. I thought the sun was buried in a vault...somewhere, along with Jimmy Hoffa...never to be seen again. I was wrong, thankfully again, though last week we got nailed with seven inches of rain over three days. It was fun, with the exception of a couple of stragglers we didn't have anything of real value to get hurt. That rain did far more good than bad. Most everything in the garden is young....rain is good right up to that last month. Then it's bad....real bad.
Time to open the garden up. And to do that I have to introduce you to the dirt. We live in the lee of a 10,000 foot volcano, about a third of the way up it. Everything falls toward the ocean, so flat land is scarce. My garden is located in the bottom of shallow gulch. Lined up pretty much East to West, on one side I planted Bamboo. The other side has False Olive sheltering my plants from both the wind and prying eyes.
Looking up on the left is the winter garden. With the Winter pretty much done, this area will have clover planted on it....then left fallow until this Fall, when the early morning sun falls back to its Winter track, so we're not gonna worry about this until later, like six months down the road.
Most the Summer fun takes place in the middle, where there is room, and space, for seven plants, as big as they can go. Each plant has it's own terrace, backfilled with the best soil I could find here, loaded with the home made dog shit compost, Koa chip mulch, and bags of old soil from previous years....lots of history in that dirt.
Again, over Winter this dirt grew clover, and was turned over before the rain. I will add some store bought goodies (which I unhappily pay cash for) as I plant, but for all intensive purposes I would be fine planting as is. This soil is loaded....These holes have been planted many years now running. There is a drip system buried....gotta be with the dogs, so each plant is serviced separately.
Looking up on the right are the Summer terraces. The right side of the gulch, again terraced, backfilled, and has been planted in clover over Winter. As the clones come ready, this is where most go. I can put fourteen plants here....if had to.
We also have room for another ten clones, or four big trees in front. As the year progresses, I'll juggle clones around, always making sure that when Green Harvest flies only twenty-one plants are showing. This is the last year of the mature/immature game they play, so in a perfect world I'm only suppose to have nine in flower.
That's not gonna work....for the time being it will, but come October....nope.
Where are we now?
Of the seven middle terraces, only the bottom hole has a plant in. A Skunkdog/Iwi cross. Of four cracked seeds, the only female, no pollen was saved , so she is a one-off....it'll probably be great....since I have no more seeds left of this.
The rest of the holes are waiting on the Skunkdog/Gogi plants, started April Fools Day....offered without comment. They have cleared the dirt, and will be left in the sun until they show sex. I doubt they will need supplemental light, but it couldn't hurt.
So....
What's with the Clover?
Obviously, most of you know this. For the few that don't.
Legumes, of which Clover is one, Keawe is another, support colonies of soil bacteria which pull Nitrogen from the air and fix it into soil around the roots. In other words when you grow clover you are fertilizing.
Even better it requires very little work....
You knew some shit like this was gonna be buried in here somewhere. It's so very weak, I know, But I'm burnt! just not doin' profound tonite....if ever.
Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that Mary went
the lamb was sure to go
Fuck it man...Just kickin' the can down the road. Do better next time.
Now, on to the comments.....
OOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOOESSSS!!!!
There are none! WTF? How did that happen? Did my comment on GG getting WHORED OUT strike a nerve? The old turd in the punchbowl, huh?
Or maybe, just maybe, I need to get my meds refilled?
While you all ponder that question, Hang on. I gotta eat some crow.
I make this statement voluntarily.
A ways back wifey made some crosses, or told me to make some crosses, which I did. My participation ends there. On her own, she did the legwork, grew everything out, and I think....
Hold on.
I wasn't what you would call supportive. Nope. Flipped her a lot of shit I did. Thought it was a waste of dirt and deckspace....an unprofitable adventure direct to mediocrity...I could go on.
Enjoying that crow there boy?
She did good/got lucky.
There. Are you happy?
One of four Guerilla Glue/Jack Herrer crosses was exceptional. Rooted easy, grew bigger than all the rest, fast, and sturdy. Checked all the boxes, came thru the rain, in full flower, without rotting or collapsing, like her mother did. I'm doing the smoke test on this as I type....that may explain....
Yep. Keeper. Pulls more toward the father.... and loaded with glue.
Hensforth you will be known as...... ????? Hell if I know.
You tell me...sweetheart.
Now get off of my back.
Nursery Rhymes....that don't
Ahhh...Well what do you know?
Spring has kinda snuck up on us. I thought the sun was buried in a vault...somewhere, along with Jimmy Hoffa...never to be seen again. I was wrong, thankfully again, though last week we got nailed with seven inches of rain over three days. It was fun, with the exception of a couple of stragglers we didn't have anything of real value to get hurt. That rain did far more good than bad. Most everything in the garden is young....rain is good right up to that last month. Then it's bad....real bad.
Time to open the garden up. And to do that I have to introduce you to the dirt. We live in the lee of a 10,000 foot volcano, about a third of the way up it. Everything falls toward the ocean, so flat land is scarce. My garden is located in the bottom of shallow gulch. Lined up pretty much East to West, on one side I planted Bamboo. The other side has False Olive sheltering my plants from both the wind and prying eyes.
Looking up on the left is the winter garden. With the Winter pretty much done, this area will have clover planted on it....then left fallow until this Fall, when the early morning sun falls back to its Winter track, so we're not gonna worry about this until later, like six months down the road.
Most the Summer fun takes place in the middle, where there is room, and space, for seven plants, as big as they can go. Each plant has it's own terrace, backfilled with the best soil I could find here, loaded with the home made dog shit compost, Koa chip mulch, and bags of old soil from previous years....lots of history in that dirt.
Again, over Winter this dirt grew clover, and was turned over before the rain. I will add some store bought goodies (which I unhappily pay cash for) as I plant, but for all intensive purposes I would be fine planting as is. This soil is loaded....These holes have been planted many years now running. There is a drip system buried....gotta be with the dogs, so each plant is serviced separately.
Looking up on the right are the Summer terraces. The right side of the gulch, again terraced, backfilled, and has been planted in clover over Winter. As the clones come ready, this is where most go. I can put fourteen plants here....if had to.
We also have room for another ten clones, or four big trees in front. As the year progresses, I'll juggle clones around, always making sure that when Green Harvest flies only twenty-one plants are showing. This is the last year of the mature/immature game they play, so in a perfect world I'm only suppose to have nine in flower.
That's not gonna work....for the time being it will, but come October....nope.
Where are we now?
Of the seven middle terraces, only the bottom hole has a plant in. A Skunkdog/Iwi cross. Of four cracked seeds, the only female, no pollen was saved , so she is a one-off....it'll probably be great....since I have no more seeds left of this.
The rest of the holes are waiting on the Skunkdog/Gogi plants, started April Fools Day....offered without comment. They have cleared the dirt, and will be left in the sun until they show sex. I doubt they will need supplemental light, but it couldn't hurt.
So....
What's with the Clover?
Obviously, most of you know this. For the few that don't.
Legumes, of which Clover is one, Keawe is another, support colonies of soil bacteria which pull Nitrogen from the air and fix it into soil around the roots. In other words when you grow clover you are fertilizing.
Even better it requires very little work....
You knew some shit like this was gonna be buried in here somewhere. It's so very weak, I know, But I'm burnt! just not doin' profound tonite....if ever.
Mary had a little lamb
His fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that Mary went
the lamb was sure to go
Fuck it man...Just kickin' the can down the road. Do better next time.
Now, on to the comments.....
OOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOOESSSS!!!!
There are none! WTF? How did that happen? Did my comment on GG getting WHORED OUT strike a nerve? The old turd in the punchbowl, huh?
Or maybe, just maybe, I need to get my meds refilled?
While you all ponder that question, Hang on. I gotta eat some crow.
I make this statement voluntarily.
A ways back wifey made some crosses, or told me to make some crosses, which I did. My participation ends there. On her own, she did the legwork, grew everything out, and I think....
Hold on.
I wasn't what you would call supportive. Nope. Flipped her a lot of shit I did. Thought it was a waste of dirt and deckspace....an unprofitable adventure direct to mediocrity...I could go on.
Enjoying that crow there boy?
She did good/got lucky.
There. Are you happy?
One of four Guerilla Glue/Jack Herrer crosses was exceptional. Rooted easy, grew bigger than all the rest, fast, and sturdy. Checked all the boxes, came thru the rain, in full flower, without rotting or collapsing, like her mother did. I'm doing the smoke test on this as I type....that may explain....
Yep. Keeper. Pulls more toward the father.... and loaded with glue.
Hensforth you will be known as...... ????? Hell if I know.
You tell me...sweetheart.
Now get off of my back.
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nice !
