The End of the Tunnel

With all guns blazing, this box is brighter than the flower room; full spectrum unit blended with the two blurple ones and makes for the best pics too. The prolific pair offered up a generous wave of clones that are barely missed in the copious tangle they've developed since they burst from the ground on 4/18.

 

Committed the two hopefuls to short hours and shifted everyone else into more favorable lighting.

 

A contrast against the sad sack cuttings and clones in the other cabinet; the ones on the shelves have a more hopeful cast.

 

Man, I smell a scam!

 

Although elevators may not go to the thirteenth floor, I do!

 

Three of seven; still early and hopeful for more.

 

Six of the seven chasing eight cuts which are lined up behind the five established sprouts; another dozen beans soaking to attempt a clandestine outdoor run while the greenhouse lies empty for the Summer.

 

Passing is always an emotional hurdle; my mother in law moved on two weeks ago and still not sure how to process the loss.

 

Decided that the hopeful clones would benefit more from the full spectrum unit and added horsepower in the main big box while the next batch on deck simmers under the slightly less intense array in the other; seedlings default to the 50w system on the shelves.

 

That only lasted about two days; logic won out on this configuration.

 

And two days later . . .

 

Typical Skippy - the lawnmower box only lasted about an hour before claustrophobia kicked in and I couldn't function. Instead, relinquished two of the pale clones to the great unknown and returned everything to it's latest configuration. Then spent a couple of hours pointlessly rearranging the room.