MaineODGB
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Maine Outdoor. I love watching it grow.
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While this is nice I always love the veg. Everything's always beautiful and nobody wants to steal it. As much as I look forward to it. I also hate flower season.This is when I start getting nervous. I start getting excited when I swap turkey bags of dank for grips of dead presidents.
I couldn't agree more. The stress increases at breakneck speed until it's a done deal.While this is nice I always love the veg. Everything's always beautiful and nobody wants to steal it. As much as I look forward to it. I also hate flower season.
For me (at least so far!) its not thieves, its the weather at the end of the season that can steal my plants. So ultimately I'm in the same boat, I love and appreciate how full and beautiful they are now, and I know that the further along they get the more vulnerable they are to bud rot, powdery mildew, and fall wind storms. It is highly unlikely that all nine of my plants will finish, I just don't know which ones will make it.While this is nice I always love the veg. Everything's always beautiful and nobody wants to steal it. As much as I look forward to it. I also hate flower season.
If outdoor plants are in moveable pots, you can flip them early. Running a fan at night also helps keep mold at bay, but that isn't always an option.For me (at least so far!) its not thieves, its the weather at the end of the season that can steal my plants. So ultimately I'm in the same boat, I love and appreciate how full and beautiful they are now, and I know that further along they get the more vulnerable they are to bud rot, powdery mildew, and fall wind storms. It is highly unlikely that all nine of my plants will finish, I just don't know which ones will make it.
This is when I start getting nervous. I start getting excited when I swap turkey bags of dank for grips of dead presidents.