An American Dream - White Picket Fences and Marijuana in the So Cal Sun

It's that time of year again.

A Growers Christmas Lament


Twas an hour before 4:20 and all through the grow
Something was amiss but what I didn't know
The cuttings were placed in the rock wool with care
In hopes that new roots structures soon would be there
The clones were all happy having just been fed
While visions of smoking them danced in my head
With buds in a jar and kief in the cap
If I smoke more of this I'll need a long nap
When out of my grow there arose such a clatter
I staggered from my couch and dumped all my shatter
Away to my tent I flew with a flash
Ripped open the zipper and spilled drying hash
The halide lamps color of new fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday for the cannabis below
When what to my bleeding red eyes should appear
But a miniature web and 8 tiny mites, oh dear
With a shiver down my spine I moved really quick
Thinking to myself I've been a real dick
More rapid then fans my treatments they came
And I whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Neem, Now Lavender,
Now Rosemary and Cinnamon
On Spinosad, On Thuricide,
On Thyme and Pyrethrum
From the top of the light
To the last inch of wall
Now Kill them, Kill them
KILL THEM ALL

As dry fan leafs before the duct fans they fly
A few bong hits like that I'll be high as the sky
So off to the kitchen I staggered and slew
Ripped open the cupboards and ate brownies too
And then in a stupor I heard at the door
The whine of a bullhorn and dove to the floor
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney my grow me came with a bound
He was dressed all in tie dye from his head to his foot
And his trip down the pipe stack had him covered in soot
A kilo of fine weed was clutched in his hand
He said it's the cops please hide me good man
His eyes stared in terror, This must be in error
I have my recommendation, They'll beat me past resuscitation
The stump of the pipe he held tight in his teeth
Stunk of something dead like skunk crossed with sheep
He pulled out a jar of mixed hash and kief
If you help me escape this is yours to keep
I opened the door and confronted the cops
With my papers in hand this really must stop
The look in his eyes and his hand on his gun
Convinced my grow me and I we should have just run
We spoke not a word but stood handcuffed in place
Watching in horror as the officer strip searched the space
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
When finding the butane he turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
In front of the judge your going to get hosed
Shoved into his car in the deep dead of night
I heard him exclaim as we drove out of sight
Merry Hempfest to all and to all a Good Night

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Merry Christmas



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Can't really crank it fast enough to test the compression without having a bell housing and starter and hot battery connected to it.

Does your engine run that much worse since its runaway ?
May have had a low cylinder for who knows how long.
If she starts ok on just her glow plugs cold and fires up warm without them she could run along for years yet without a major fix.
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Ahhh yepp. I saw where it's had a head weld done once already so odds are high it's the gasket again or the head again.



Late start and they are dragging ass so I doubt I'll have sizeable plants come Jan 1st to set out. Gotta TP into some FFOF and juice the hell out of them and hope for the best.

The clones in the cloner are just now snapping out of it and showing roots and some top side action. Being in flower when I took the cuts it's more then I deserve as I know better.

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Clones fresh from the cloner


Seedlings transplanted from 3 to 6 inch pots.

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Found 5 new sprouts in a couple of unused pots so I transplanted them into 3 inch cups and put them under the lights.
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Clones


Veggers


Left = rooted clones half into flower they are dragging ass.
Center = Tomato clones
Right = more veggers

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Veggers

Clones far left with a few seedling in front of them

Long shot



6 ready to harvest.

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