Eltitoguay
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(...)Nov - 4 :
Thai A5 Haze fem (A.C.E.): Born on May-1, she has, now, the 4 lower nodes&half (9 lower twigs) pruned. More than 2'25 metres of stem length. Complex aroma: pâté/livers + leather/dry hash/dried lavender + a faint lemon finish.
Lower branches flowers developing (all photos taken with day's natural light, only):
Here we are already bundling up, because at night the cold is starting to bites...
"Shi-shi-shi-shishi-shishishi...Shivering of cold..
..Four gypsy girls went down
Along the small shore
Of a river...
Shi-shi-shi-shishi-shishishi...Shivering of cold..
Moon, that brights in the seas,
In the dark seas.
Moon, aren't you tired of going around the old world?
Moon, stay with me and don't go
'cause they say that sometimes the dawn is getting later.
Singing "bulerías"
Like the Pearl said,
No one will say it better in life.
A cross in the shoulder,
Made of gold and ivory...
..Let me to die in her,
That without her I can't live.
And don't sing to me anymore, cicada,
And turn your singsong off,
That I carry sorrow in my soul,
Like a knife, it sticks me,
Knowing that when I sing,
My luck goes whispering.
Under the shadow of a tree,
And at the rhythm of my guitar,
I sing so glad this huapango,
Because my life ends...
...And I don't want to die dreaming
like how the cicadas die!!...
...And life, life, life is...just a setback, life is...
Thai A5 Haze fem (A.C.E.): Born on May-1, she has, now, the 4 lower nodes&half (9 lower twigs) pruned. More than 2'25 metres of stem length. Complex aroma: pâté/livers + leather/dry hash/dried lavender + a faint lemon finish.
Lower branches flowers developing (all photos taken with day's natural light, only):
Here we are already bundling up, because at night the cold is starting to bites...
"Shi-shi-shi-shishi-shishishi...Shivering of cold..
..Four gypsy girls went down
Along the small shore
Of a river...
Shi-shi-shi-shishi-shishishi...Shivering of cold..
Moon, that brights in the seas,
In the dark seas.
Moon, aren't you tired of going around the old world?
Moon, stay with me and don't go
'cause they say that sometimes the dawn is getting later.
Singing "bulerías"
Like the Pearl said,
No one will say it better in life.
A cross in the shoulder,
Made of gold and ivory...
..Let me to die in her,
That without her I can't live.
And don't sing to me anymore, cicada,
And turn your singsong off,
That I carry sorrow in my soul,
Like a knife, it sticks me,
Knowing that when I sing,
My luck goes whispering.
Under the shadow of a tree,
And at the rhythm of my guitar,
I sing so glad this huapango,
Because my life ends...
...And I don't want to die dreaming
like how the cicadas die!!...
...And life, life, life is...just a setback, life is...
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