Indoor Mars Hydro grow journal: WildBill does Hubbabubbasmelloscope in EarthBoxes under MarsHydro SP3000

[WildBill]

What chu growing in? Soil or coco?

My old sig.


I only grow in living soil!
Because Fat Buds Matter!​

 

[NorthernLights_420]

My old sig.


I only grow in living soil!
Because Fat Buds Matter!​

I'll grow in whatever. Done hydro and soil and now coco. My next in line after coco will be organic growing. I'm learning every method then I shall use from there what I believe is best. I chose organics for last cuz I have a feeling I might stick with it. But I wont try that til my 1st outdoor grow this summer.

 

[WildBill]

I'll grow in whatever. Done hydro and soil and now coco. My next in line after coco will be organic growing. I'm learning every method then I shall use from there what I believe is best. I chose organics for last cuz I have a feeling I might stick with it. But I wont try that til my 1st outdoor grow this summer.

Those methods are interesting, but it's pretty much of a no-brainer for me to run a living organic soil for growing canna. I was an organic farmer for 30 years. Container growing is new to me for the most part. Before growing canna, the only non-seedling I've grown in a container is an ivy named Bob. I've had Bob since Jan. 10, 1994. It's the ivy I bought for my Uncle Bob's funeral. I guess it was my way of keeping him close to me.

Organics is pretty easy. You can grow very good quality with a pretty small number of amendments. Most important part of organics is in your media prep. Attention to details in prep of your media pays dividends in the ease of the grow. There is no real "water only" organic grow. With an auto, you could conceivably put a plant in a big enough pot that it couldn't use up all the critical nutes. It would lengthen the grow though.

 

[Bmurrciless]

Those methods are interesting, but it's pretty much of a no-brainer for me to run a living organic soil for growing canna. I was an organic farmer for 30 years. Container growing is new to me for the most part. Before growing canna, the only non-seedling I've grown in a container is an ivy named Bob. I've had Bob since Jan. 10, 1994. It's the ivy I bought for my Uncle Bob's funeral. I guess it was my way of keeping him close to me.

Organics is pretty easy. You can grow very good quality with a pretty small number of amendments. Most important part of organics is in your media prep. Attention to details in prep of your media pays dividends in the ease of the grow. There is no real "water only" organic grow. With an auto, you could conceivably put a plant in a big enough pot that it couldn't use up all the critical nutes. It would lengthen the grow though.

I have a great deal of respect for farmers as I grew up a farm kid but even more so organic farming now that I have grown up and know the damage heavy salt fertiliser was doing to our soil. Pretty awesome to me that you were in that "field" pardon the pun for as long as you have been and before it became trendy to do so. I am already "watching" your threads but I will do so with even more admiration and appreciation for your many years of experience.

 

[JSH1973]

@WildBill
If you still have Bob you should throw up a few pics

 

[hecno]

Where is Bob .

 

[WildBill]

I have a great deal of respect for farmers as I grew up a farm kid but even more so organic farming now that I have grown up and know the damage heavy salt fertiliser was doing to our soil. Pretty awesome to me that you were in that "field" pardon the pun for as long as you have been and before it became trendy to do so. I am already "watching" your threads but I will do so with even more admiration and appreciation for your many years of experience.

Stop! You're making me blush!

I humbly accept your praise. My Grandma got me into organics with me being the muscle and she the brains. I gathered all the raw materials for her compost.
LOL! Compost! That's a word that most people had no idea what it was. I had to write a "What did you do last summer?" story for the 4th grade. I told everyone about making compost for Grandma! By then, I was an old hand at making compost. It really was funny to me that no one knew what compost was, even the teachers.

I have many stories of all the ordeals I went through all the years I owned the property. At least I can say that the land is better than the day I bought it. I was visiting one of my old neighbor friend last year. It was the first time I had been back in 4 years. It was just too hard to go back and see it. I had to drive down my old dead end road and past my old farm to get to my old friend. Whew! It was just as emotional as I thought it would be. I had to gather myself up before the visit. She had to ask about looking at the old place and I just kinda blew it off. But she just wouldn't let it go. So I called the Doc that bought the property as an investment and asked him if I could look around. He said sure after updating each other.
Yeah...........the only thing that was there was mine was the roads I built. He sold and had moved the old farm house built in 1923 and the little house I built my Mom when I made her move out there. All the barns, little sheds, 3 little root cellars, fencing, flat stone walkways .....ect..... were gone and a double wide where the old house was. I think he got the double wide for one of his problem children, but no one was living there.
The only positive things were the fields were still quite good in condition. He didn't harvest the hay field and only had it shredded a couple times a year to minimize the fire risk. I call it "organics in abstention". I did find the garlic that was there when I bought the farm and propagated the time I owned it. I found quite a few bugs that became indigenous after me introducing them. I found several plants I used in my soil building program. It was a long drive home, figuratively and literally.

While an emotional day, my solace was my old farm was still better from my stewardship, as we really don't own land. Some of you may not quite understand such an emotional diatribe on "just a piece of land". You're missing out on a much fuller and robust aspect of life.

 

[NorthernLights_420]

Stop! You're making me blush!

I humbly accept your praise. My Grandma got me into organics with me being the muscle and she the brains. I gathered all the raw materials for her compost.
LOL! Compost! That's a word that most people had no idea what it was. I had to write a "What did you do last summer?" story for the 4th grade. I told everyone about making compost for Grandma! By then, I was an old hand at making compost. It really was funny to me that no one knew what compost was, even the teachers.

I have many stories of all the ordeals I went through all the years I owned the property. At least I can say that the land is better than the day I bought it. I was visiting one of my old neighbor friend last year. It was the first time I had been back in 4 years. It was just too hard to go back and see it. I had to drive down my old dead end road and past my old farm to get to my old friend. Whew! It was just as emotional as I thought it would be. I had to gather myself up before the visit. She had to ask about looking at the old place and I just kinda blew it off. But she just wouldn't let it go. So I called the Doc that bought the property as an investment and asked him if I could look around. He said sure after updating each other.
Yeah...........the only thing that was there was mine was the roads I built. He sold and had moved the old farm house built in 1923 and the little house I built my Mom when I made her move out there. All the barns, little sheds, 3 little root cellars, fencing, flat stone walkways .....ect..... were gone and a double wide where the old house was. I think he got the double wide for one of his problem children, but no one was living there.
The only positive things were the fields were still quite good in condition. He didn't harvest the hay field and only had it shredded a couple times a year to minimize the fire risk. I call it "organics in abstention". I did find the garlic that was there when I bought the farm and propagated the time I owned it. I found quite a few bugs that became indigenous after me introducing them. I found several plants I used in my soil building program. It was a long drive home, figuratively and literally.

While an emotional day, my solace was my old farm was still better from my stewardship, as we really don't own land. Some of you may not quite understand such an emotional diatribe on "just a piece of land". You're missing out on a much fuller and robust aspect of life.

Well when the time comes for me to learn organics. I know who got the experience and know who to ask. I'll ask you. Lol. What kind of farming did you do b4 weed? Just curious

 

[WildBill]

Where is Bob .

@WildBill
If you still have Bob you should throw up a few pics

Bob is shy! He is a mess at the moment. I really need to clean him up and remove the dead leaves and give him a haircut. He's been sitting in my bedroom by the double glass doors that lead out to the wraparound porch and shop. He's got his leaves plastered to the glass like a kid looking through a window of a toy or candy store or a kid wanting to go outside and play........................Yeah, I know! Kids don't do any of that for the most part anymore.
. He's heavy as hell and I failed to clean him up from letting him spend the simmer in a corner of the wraparound porch.
When I get back home, I'll see if he's ok with it.

He doesn't know about this pic I took soon after moving. It was his first time ever being outside in his whole life. He was totally distracted with soaking up the sun, so I quickly snapped this pic while he was preoccupied.
I gave him a really close haircut in prep for summer as he used to do for himself.
He got big and fat from being outside under the sun. The fugger even grabbed the porch railing to try and keep me from bringing him inside when fall came that year. He's stubborn as hell, but I learned from him!
He has a new pan to sit on after him bitching at me for one.

edit..................I wrote this in a joking manner for entertainment purposes, but it's quite obvious that the plant means something special to me as a memorial of sorts just from the duration I've had him. He is in my will and goes to my son that loved our Uncle Bob as I did.

 

[Bmurrciless]

Stop! You're making me blush!

I humbly accept your praise. My Grandma got me into organics with me being the muscle and she the brains. I gathered all the raw materials for her compost.
LOL! Compost! That's a word that most people had no idea what it was. I had to write a "What did you do last summer?" story for the 4th grade. I told everyone about making compost for Grandma! By then, I was an old hand at making compost. It really was funny to me that no one knew what compost was, even the teachers.

I have many stories of all the ordeals I went through all the years I owned the property. At least I can say that the land is better than the day I bought it. I was visiting one of my old neighbor friend last year. It was the first time I had been back in 4 years. It was just too hard to go back and see it. I had to drive down my old dead end road and past my old farm to get to my old friend. Whew! It was just as emotional as I thought it would be. I had to gather myself up before the visit. She had to ask about looking at the old place and I just kinda blew it off. But she just wouldn't let it go. So I called the Doc that bought the property as an investment and asked him if I could look around. He said sure after updating each other.
Yeah...........the only thing that was there was mine was the roads I built. He sold and had moved the old farm house built in 1923 and the little house I built my Mom when I made her move out there. All the barns, little sheds, 3 little root cellars, fencing, flat stone walkways .....ect..... were gone and a double wide where the old house was. I think he got the double wide for one of his problem children, but no one was living there.
The only positive things were the fields were still quite good in condition. He didn't harvest the hay field and only had it shredded a couple times a year to minimize the fire risk. I call it "organics in abstention". I did find the garlic that was there when I bought the farm and propagated the time I owned it. I found quite a few bugs that became indigenous after me introducing them. I found several plants I used in my soil building program. It was a long drive home, figuratively and literally.

While an emotional day, my solace was my old farm was still better from my stewardship, as we really don't own land. Some of you may not quite understand such an emotional diatribe on "just a piece of land". You're missing out on a much fuller and robust aspect of life.

We are entirely attached to the places we are connected to and farming brings that kind of connection. I think most of us can understand on some level with the connection to our plants. I fully appreciate the emotional connection. I had to move from my family farm we had for over 50 years and I don't even like to drive down that road anymore. I had a long standing goal to one day buy the property back, in recent years arsonists burnt down the barns and the old stone farmhouse. I got sidetracked with details but what I'm trying to say is if you have worked the land you gain a special connection and appreciation for it. I also must say that your grandma was way way ahead of her time and very very wise. I learned from my dad as a youth the importance of knowing your soil and good soil as a kid but nothing like the education your grandma provided. I hope it doesn't come across as brown nosing or sucking up, just have a deep respect for farmers and with what I know now it's people like you who have been ahead of the curve and still practice organics that will give us the chance to sustainably continue to farm the land. Also just from reading that piece I can tell you are a passionate and compassionate man whose appreciation of family importance and connection to your land and the effect you had on it is on a level many people will never appreciate and is a dying breed around where I live sadly. My greatest respects to you and your grandmother. I sincerely appreciate it as without it our land will be used up dust in future generations and just your story makes me long for and appreciate my childhood experiences that much more. Pure respect.