My on deck circle waiting in the wings for the elder gal to come down; likely at the end of the first week next month.
Shaping up to be my best effort in a while. The two month veg routine is a challenge to craft the proper spread to provide a base that'll support this matrix. Half way through this should easily run through the end of the month.
Getting the bump to 5 gal in a few more days but coming up on a bottleneck with no room in flower; if both of the elders are female I'll need to convert another cabinet to short hours.
Giving it the full cyclone for it's last few days in 2 gal. All seven of the next wave will get the bump from 1/2 gal to 2 gal when this goes to 5 gal which will have all my veg cabs bursting at the seams leaving very little space for the four seeds I started soaking a couple of days ago.
Got a bumper crop of fresh seeds from the two I recently exposed so I'll have plenty of options for the coming months. The mature gal in the main space will easily need another four weeks or more so I'll be forced to wait for a fresh start until the middle of next month.
Already resigned to adjusting my schedule of new starts to every six weeks instead of each month to avoid the backlog I've created.
The ICU seems to motivate all sluggish efforts to get in step with their more aggressive companions; topped today and only about a third of their size but if it follows the pattern should catch up in the next two weeks.
Progress check from the ICU just under two weeks later - this is one compact baby with room for possibly another three weeks before it'll outgrow this cabinet.
At the end of the week when I chop the elder gal in the closet, these two are taking it's place and the more compact effort shown above will shift over here. That shuffle will give me the opportunity to start an additional three seeds to hedge my bet in the event of anything unforeseen with the wave of eight ready to break ground.
The more vibrant pair have been on short hours since the old gal came down but I'm going to stall this one as long as I can; all are getting the bump to 5 gal in a few more days.
The hair on the back of my neck is starting to rise; the frustration of seeing yet another very promising and robust effort hint at male expression is maddening.