I Picked A Bad Time To Be Sober during Croptober

The time is soon to come for these lovely ones to enter the fun!

This isn’t my first rodeo. I started growing at the end of “Croptober” of last year. Not knowing what the fuck any of that was, to be honest. I thought it was just another dumb spin in naming a month that’s just full of shit that is going on.

The ladies you see are 15+ Weeks old “Bacon” and “Horror” strains that I could gladly tell you their real names (if you want to know). I have two named “Lotto” and “Lupe” that aren’t quite ready and still need time to show me what they’ve got; they’re made of magic. I believe in them!

This process wasn’t a hard one for me to take on. In the past, I have grown tomatoes, a distant cousin of Cannabis. I think I don’t know. I can grow things almost with zero effort, and with just the right amount of tender loving care, you could do the same thing. It’s all that easy.

I fear this year’s crop might be much less than the last. I should know; I out smoked myself. Either way, I have a great plug that always comes through!

Waking up and seeing those tiny bubbles is an immense feeling -due to allergies. Yes! This sweet fucking leaf makes me sneeze my fucking ass off when it’s in its flowering stage. The time to dry them out will be very soon since…Croptober or whatever the fuck.

Smoking responsibly is tantamount. Smoking tobacco was a habit I chose in the past, and I loved it quite frankly. At present, I can’t see myself taking upon that ritual again. The effects are for my imminent relaxation and the freedom of my senses. The ID has this thing the kids call “no chill,” so Mary does a little dance to tame ID, and believe me, it helps.

When the season ends, another will begin. And I will grow my babies again.