Wienerwoods
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Harvest update!
After a lot of suicidal thoughts of panicking I finally got home and immediately rushed into the woods armed to the teeth with cutting equipment.
I had prepared for the worst; there might be no weed left.
Turns out there was actually very little mold. Sure, it was here and there but the sight almost made me cry with joy.
Almost. I never cry.
I chopped the Northern Lights. First I put infected buds in one bag and the relatively clean ones in another. I then pulled the plant out of the container and saw this:
Pretty neat, huh?
After I had thrown away the rest of the plant (which really made me quite sad) and given the most rotten parts of weed to the nearby ant colony I went back home, smiling all the way I drove.
The cola top I cut off last week had dried nicely. A bit too nicely. Let's just say curing probably won't matter as much as it should. I trimmed and stuffed the buds in a jar. We're probably going to try and see if it smokes tomorrow.
I know I left a crapload of leaves on there but let's face it: I'm not really in the position to be picky. Besides, the sugar leaves are literally coated in resin even after washing and manhandling the buds.
The fresh buds were bathed not unlike the ones before them, but I got lazy and just made this DIY drying rack so I wouldn't have to hang all of the little buggers individually.
So, that's all for now. The Afghan Kush Ryder remains in the woods covered in hydrogen peroxide (I saw a tiny bit of what I think may have been mold) and I'm working on borrowing a greenhouse to finish her in as well as possible.
All in all, my friend and I are extremely happy even if the weed isn't the most potent stuff out there. We grew a plant, got something off of it and that's something! "pher Wiggle"
After a lot of suicidal thoughts of panicking I finally got home and immediately rushed into the woods armed to the teeth with cutting equipment.
I had prepared for the worst; there might be no weed left.
Turns out there was actually very little mold. Sure, it was here and there but the sight almost made me cry with joy.
Almost. I never cry.
I chopped the Northern Lights. First I put infected buds in one bag and the relatively clean ones in another. I then pulled the plant out of the container and saw this:
Pretty neat, huh?
After I had thrown away the rest of the plant (which really made me quite sad) and given the most rotten parts of weed to the nearby ant colony I went back home, smiling all the way I drove.
The cola top I cut off last week had dried nicely. A bit too nicely. Let's just say curing probably won't matter as much as it should. I trimmed and stuffed the buds in a jar. We're probably going to try and see if it smokes tomorrow.
I know I left a crapload of leaves on there but let's face it: I'm not really in the position to be picky. Besides, the sugar leaves are literally coated in resin even after washing and manhandling the buds.
The fresh buds were bathed not unlike the ones before them, but I got lazy and just made this DIY drying rack so I wouldn't have to hang all of the little buggers individually.
So, that's all for now. The Afghan Kush Ryder remains in the woods covered in hydrogen peroxide (I saw a tiny bit of what I think may have been mold) and I'm working on borrowing a greenhouse to finish her in as well as possible.
All in all, my friend and I are extremely happy even if the weed isn't the most potent stuff out there. We grew a plant, got something off of it and that's something! "pher Wiggle"