Had to give it a new title as that is what my delightful other half called me this morning after a little fondle with the plants.
I quote "have you been in the Stinky bum tent again - clothes in the washer now!!" for me I will take that as a good sign
As per yesterday, I am slowly cutting them down - yesterday two Nugz Gen2 were chopped. They were hit by the drought before it even happened, I ruined them completely from day 1 - this said, they have come through - tiny little ladies, in tiny little pots - lovely pink hues coming through on teh colour. The smell is sweet with a mild berry if sorts in the background, that was at chop. Their buds are solid and because they nearly died there is no leaf to speak of so I just hung them as they were. Sorry about the crappy pictures.
The last of the small Slaughtered Lambs will come down later today, the predator and the other two Lambs will be down before the end of the weekend.
Slaughtered Lamb (different ones)
Looking lovely, almost bloodshot in places and some of teh tips have very dark colouring - almost black. So far, all the Lambs wreak to high heaven
Predator - my favorite. Her sister in the Coco tent is flying now - I want a much bigger version of this one.
And just because it is in the same room and her buds are looking good is the CBD plant - Cali Doctor. The leaves on this bugger are weird, all look bad and droopy and or dead, but they want come of the stalk easily...anyway, off with her head in a few more days.
Overall, so far my first experience with soil has been pretty crap, I am really struggling with soil because I can't play - with my Wilma, if I see anything I can act immediately and see the results fast, as I am only adding water and a touch of Biosys - nowt else I can do. It is so far removed from my comfort zone - ultimately it is all in the smoke, I could not care less about quantity, more so about having lots of bags filled with lots of different flavours, so I shall see what tickles my fancy, but with a couple of months cure at least it will be a while before I decide which I prefer to smoke.
Sadly, the boss has told me that she does not want this second tent running so I have to make a decision - who stays, Wilma or soil? Not even Hamlet had to deal with a dilemma such as thee!
Cheers all - and take care
Z