Montykoolaid
Well-Known Member
I sat still and listened to the water splash, watching it disappear into the dark embrace of the soil. A smile slowly released the tense frown that had defined my face moments before. I looked at my White Widow dwarf again, taking note of the nice green color she had and inhaling deeply the pungent mix of fruit and flower smell. I replaced the back of the stealth grow drawer and walked over to the computer and after turning on some music, packed a bowl and began to ponder this strange relationship that man has culminated with the plant marijuana.
Sure like most I smoked it and enjoyed it and purchased it and occasionally sold it (only to friends) but in reality, as much of the stuff was passing through the world around me I never really thought much of it. It was green, smelled good, and was simply a wonderful thing to enjoy in moderation with friends. Then I started a small grow, just to experiment, and things haven't been the same since.
From the moment that first seed poked its searching taproot out for some life giving water it was exhilarating. A sort of bond, an ancient agreement of propagation and nourishment had been sealed. An unspoken promise to care for and continue the species for the trade of enjoying the fruits of their and our labor.
More and more I found myself slowly diverted from normal household tasks and sauntering over to their drawer to check on them, making sure the temp and humidity was still the same as it had been EVERY time I had already checked that hour
I understand the complete purposelessness of the constant check ons, and I don't normally do it with an expectation of an issue.
I think.... I mostly do it for me.
Call me sappy, but nurturing these tiny specks of time frozen life into proud and crystallized flowering adults has been an amazing experience and I for one, am hooked.
Sure like most I smoked it and enjoyed it and purchased it and occasionally sold it (only to friends) but in reality, as much of the stuff was passing through the world around me I never really thought much of it. It was green, smelled good, and was simply a wonderful thing to enjoy in moderation with friends. Then I started a small grow, just to experiment, and things haven't been the same since.
From the moment that first seed poked its searching taproot out for some life giving water it was exhilarating. A sort of bond, an ancient agreement of propagation and nourishment had been sealed. An unspoken promise to care for and continue the species for the trade of enjoying the fruits of their and our labor.
More and more I found myself slowly diverted from normal household tasks and sauntering over to their drawer to check on them, making sure the temp and humidity was still the same as it had been EVERY time I had already checked that hour
I understand the complete purposelessness of the constant check ons, and I don't normally do it with an expectation of an issue. I think.... I mostly do it for me.
Call me sappy, but nurturing these tiny specks of time frozen life into proud and crystallized flowering adults has been an amazing experience and I for one, am hooked.
