bluepants33
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This journal is about my first (ongoing) experience of growing indoors, and includes all the mistakes, accidents, and negligence along the way.
Over the past 5 months, I've googled dozens of pot related questions, and could always rely on Rollitup to have several different answers, debates and discussions related to my question. Needless to say, I've been inspired to write this.
To start this, I need to go back to a year ago. A friend asked me to throw some seeds in the ground from some bag weed he liked. Nothing fancy, no weird fuggin 'purple hindu brain rape kush' or anything. Just regular ol' garden variety local bud. I didn't think much of it, I've got 5 acres of wooded locust tree filled land, with thorns big enough to use as nails- noone goes out there. What the hell, I figured I'd get enough out of it to keep my wife from spending my money on the shit every other week, so I germinated 15 seeds in the greenhouse ( forgot about them for a couple weeks, hidden on a high shelf) and ended up with 10 or so plants in the yard.
Now to me, these weeds were, well... weeds. And other than not killing them, I treated them like they were weeds. I might take water to them every now and then, but I promise it wasn't very often in the beginning. Now here's the thing that gets me... Actually, I need to stop and give some history. I've raised veggies since I was a kid. We have a 120' long 30' wide vegetable garden, an herb garden in the front yard, fruit trees, nut trees, and a greenhouse my wife tinkers around in. I have never once, not one time gone through my garden and taken a picture of every plant.. I might take a pic of the garden as a whole, but who gives a shit about tomatoes or squash, right?! My friend on the other hand, would come out 2-3 times a week to look at all the plants and take pictures. I live 15 miles outside the city and 20 miles from my buddy, and I mean no bullshit, in the beginning he did most of the work... for weeds.
So for the first couple months, it's business as usual. I'd spend 30 minutes a day in the garden, and maybe glance in the direction of the weed to make sure it hadn't died. If one of them looked really thirsty, I'd spray in its general direction with a hose. After awhile (around August) the paths leading to each plant became worn and easily manageable, so I'd actually walk out there and water/nute. I use botanicare in the garden and that shit is expensive as fuck, so they didn't get much in the way of nutes... yet.
September rolls around and everything is going smooth, there isn't a whole lot left to do in the garden, so I was trimming a peach tree. I'm minding my own business, sweating my balls off when a north wind picks up (anyone who works outside can appreciate a breeze on a windless day). I stood up straight to enjoy the breeze when it hit me... that sweet, stinky smell. It was really strange at first, I mean... I knew what it was, it just didn't register that it was coming from my land. I dropped my chainsaw like a zombie drops a rotten arm when it sees a live victim, and walked over to the first plant I saw. I very gently squeezed a bud on one of the side chutes and damn near stuck it up my nose trying to get all the smelly goodness out of it. Now its on...
I spent a couple hundred dollars on nutes, built dowel frames around each plant so we could tie off each cola to ensure max. light exposure, and I spent about an hour a day tending to them.
We harvested the first plant in late September, neither one of us knew when they were mature, so we guessed... and were wrong-Mistake no.1. I let the plant dry outside in the sunlight-Mistake no. 2. I'm not going to number each mistake, you get the idea already. Besides, it'd be irritating to read and depressing to type.
Most of the pictures of my outdoor work were lost when i dropped a phone in a customers toilet, but I do have a few after harvest. We got about 3 ounces per plant, not including the hermaphrodite that pollenated fucking everything. Here's a couple


Over the past 5 months, I've googled dozens of pot related questions, and could always rely on Rollitup to have several different answers, debates and discussions related to my question. Needless to say, I've been inspired to write this.
To start this, I need to go back to a year ago. A friend asked me to throw some seeds in the ground from some bag weed he liked. Nothing fancy, no weird fuggin 'purple hindu brain rape kush' or anything. Just regular ol' garden variety local bud. I didn't think much of it, I've got 5 acres of wooded locust tree filled land, with thorns big enough to use as nails- noone goes out there. What the hell, I figured I'd get enough out of it to keep my wife from spending my money on the shit every other week, so I germinated 15 seeds in the greenhouse ( forgot about them for a couple weeks, hidden on a high shelf) and ended up with 10 or so plants in the yard.
Now to me, these weeds were, well... weeds. And other than not killing them, I treated them like they were weeds. I might take water to them every now and then, but I promise it wasn't very often in the beginning. Now here's the thing that gets me... Actually, I need to stop and give some history. I've raised veggies since I was a kid. We have a 120' long 30' wide vegetable garden, an herb garden in the front yard, fruit trees, nut trees, and a greenhouse my wife tinkers around in. I have never once, not one time gone through my garden and taken a picture of every plant.. I might take a pic of the garden as a whole, but who gives a shit about tomatoes or squash, right?! My friend on the other hand, would come out 2-3 times a week to look at all the plants and take pictures. I live 15 miles outside the city and 20 miles from my buddy, and I mean no bullshit, in the beginning he did most of the work... for weeds.
So for the first couple months, it's business as usual. I'd spend 30 minutes a day in the garden, and maybe glance in the direction of the weed to make sure it hadn't died. If one of them looked really thirsty, I'd spray in its general direction with a hose. After awhile (around August) the paths leading to each plant became worn and easily manageable, so I'd actually walk out there and water/nute. I use botanicare in the garden and that shit is expensive as fuck, so they didn't get much in the way of nutes... yet.
September rolls around and everything is going smooth, there isn't a whole lot left to do in the garden, so I was trimming a peach tree. I'm minding my own business, sweating my balls off when a north wind picks up (anyone who works outside can appreciate a breeze on a windless day). I stood up straight to enjoy the breeze when it hit me... that sweet, stinky smell. It was really strange at first, I mean... I knew what it was, it just didn't register that it was coming from my land. I dropped my chainsaw like a zombie drops a rotten arm when it sees a live victim, and walked over to the first plant I saw. I very gently squeezed a bud on one of the side chutes and damn near stuck it up my nose trying to get all the smelly goodness out of it. Now its on...
I spent a couple hundred dollars on nutes, built dowel frames around each plant so we could tie off each cola to ensure max. light exposure, and I spent about an hour a day tending to them.
We harvested the first plant in late September, neither one of us knew when they were mature, so we guessed... and were wrong-Mistake no.1. I let the plant dry outside in the sunlight-Mistake no. 2. I'm not going to number each mistake, you get the idea already. Besides, it'd be irritating to read and depressing to type.
Most of the pictures of my outdoor work were lost when i dropped a phone in a customers toilet, but I do have a few after harvest. We got about 3 ounces per plant, not including the hermaphrodite that pollenated fucking everything. Here's a couple

