Welp I finally decided to give a brief account of a spattering of experiences in cultivation of our favorite plant. Just a little give back to all who may enjoy pics and limited info from various forays into the fields and beyond. I also want to say that all things posted here refer to occurences in a galaxy far far away. Where the oppression of the police state laxes sufficient for men to aspire to appreciate and benefit from natural medicine. In this realm I acted as much as I could in accordance with the most reasonable marijuana laws in the land. I used mainly organic ingredients and took great care to ensure the maximum quality of life for my medicine to develop. I didn't rip anyone off, I didnt steal supplies or guerilla grow on state lands or shit up the area, and I definitely didnt get rich. But I did in many ways and from many different adventures gain the benefit of taking the situation into your own hands and controlling the production of your own medicine, and the realization of your definition of health. In other words, I enjoyed something few are able to attain not from lack of ability or capacity or money, but only becus they are deemed criminal. I only hope places like this continue to thrive and less people have to endanger themselves by dealing with random drug dealers and driving to strange places for herb. So know that, and I hope none of this comes back on me, but meh. COME AND GET ME PIGS
Ok now thats out of the way Id start by saying no comments until i post "THE END"
Im going to begin with a brief history of my pre- realizing to grow is good- days. My older brother first got me smokin ganj when i was in high school, and we only really had dirt schwags. Every once in a while some good kindbud would be around and i had a few solid headies connects. The same as now I guess, various dry spells intermingled with a few good scores of truly frosty nugs. A sad world indeed. So after this predicament and the unnecessary persecution of weed smokers in the form of me personally, I took a big break from the ganj. Couldnt get by blowin loot on crappy dirt weed. Every once in a blue moon I blazed here and there and thought it was a shame it was illegal but couldnt afford it and didnt want to have to associate with many people to maintain a connect.
Bam. Old friend comes back from northern california and pops up with some purple nugget. Didnt put the two and two together till i had landed off the plane for a job opportunity the following summer. Ill start with some of those pics and say the random nature of reintroduction of ganja to my life was epic and poetic, if not ironic and at first ill recieved. The people in this other imagination land dont call me back anymore, but they werent too much of sheisters i guess. guesswhere it is for a nickel
Nice farmtek g house for bout 50# off ~85 25 gallon run 2x per summer with a light dep tarp run inside.
Nice 4 ft wide Big row of full term outdoors with who's that guy? I love my fake pic creation skills disclaimer comment.
imma follow up with the rest of tha story
Ok now thats out of the way Id start by saying no comments until i post "THE END"
Im going to begin with a brief history of my pre- realizing to grow is good- days. My older brother first got me smokin ganj when i was in high school, and we only really had dirt schwags. Every once in a while some good kindbud would be around and i had a few solid headies connects. The same as now I guess, various dry spells intermingled with a few good scores of truly frosty nugs. A sad world indeed. So after this predicament and the unnecessary persecution of weed smokers in the form of me personally, I took a big break from the ganj. Couldnt get by blowin loot on crappy dirt weed. Every once in a blue moon I blazed here and there and thought it was a shame it was illegal but couldnt afford it and didnt want to have to associate with many people to maintain a connect.
Bam. Old friend comes back from northern california and pops up with some purple nugget. Didnt put the two and two together till i had landed off the plane for a job opportunity the following summer. Ill start with some of those pics and say the random nature of reintroduction of ganja to my life was epic and poetic, if not ironic and at first ill recieved. The people in this other imagination land dont call me back anymore, but they werent too much of sheisters i guess. guesswhere it is for a nickel
Nice farmtek g house for bout 50# off ~85 25 gallon run 2x per summer with a light dep tarp run inside.
Nice 4 ft wide Big row of full term outdoors with who's that guy? I love my fake pic creation skills disclaimer comment.
imma follow up with the rest of tha story
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