TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough

The Temple of Bloom It is time, let us play with the plot of the worst written scifi or whatever you want to call this, it has been dramatic at points, mostly confusing, very confusing, but what is not confusing is Zamnesia, their website has everything and it not confusing. So thank you to them for making the seeds simple and easy unlike the plot that someone forgot they were writing. So, on with the story, welcome back to “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough” here is this weeks episode, I am sorry. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) The plan was to meet up at 10am and get started, the original hope was to be up before double figures and not have just stayed up all night. Despite not going to bed till 4am, right to the last closing of my eyes I felt confident that this was still the plan. Mike was going to get me up next day. It was 11am when my eyes opened, to say that I was experiencing anger was an understatement, this was meant to be a day of change, where the hell is MIke, isn’t he supposed to be there to help? At this rate we will be running around like crazy. First thing is first, coffee. Coffee done, cereal in bowl with milk and… morning shit time. Despite being a god of change (in my previous night's planning), I couldn't make it out the door before 12:30pm. The desire to do something feels like an elusive dream; forever so close in your head, but just out of reach with your fingers, a glimmer of something then, then, gone. Unlike a dream however, it didn’t get buried under a blanket of subconscious haze, it instead hid behind masses of anxiety that would array before me when my self imposed deadline(s) appeared, I had not left the street in several weeks. So I did the only thing that anyone would do, mach over to MIkes and demand an explanation as to why he was so lazy, secretly looking for some wisdom to fix my laziness, or to make me feel better about my own ineptitude to get things moving. After all, two legs are better than one when trying to get something moving. No confrontations as you probably guessed, instead, we just got ready and left with coffee, the place was open, we got what we needed, everything is now on track. Never at any point did we think “why are we doing this?” instead we just did, when something feels right no one questions it until it stops feeling right, which is why it is so easy to start things and not finish them, i guess, the feeling of novelty wears off, it stops feeling so right and just becomes a thing, then our mind will seek out something else to give that right feeling, that excitement, only to repeat the cycle, this is probably why failure is so addictive, there is always something new to start, always a new hobby out there, always a new project or… in my case a new town, a new neighbor and maybe some day a new career. Over the next few weeks the plants regained a little of the composure, but as we relayed information between people helping us and the project itself, they made those faces, the kind you expect when someone tells you the bad news. I mean, it will grow and finish, but it will be ugly. Part of me when walking away time after time from conversations where most people say just to kill the plants, shoot it dead, put it out of its misery, that failing feeling hits you. It doesn’t creep, it hits you like someone jumping out the dark on you, except worse, I fear failure. Failure is just a part of life, a part we hate, life is no cake where every part is good, instead it is more like a Christmas or thanksgiving dinner: there are things on the plate that you like, often things that you are not so interested in, however you can chew through the parts you do not like while looking at the parts you do, or you can mask the flavors with each other. Despite all of the negative feedback we decided to press on, there was something in us now that we wanted to cling to, a purpose, to finish these f***ing plants. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Well that was less painful than the rest, seems like the story is going somewhere now, the writers are likely to be going to the unemployment line, do not feel that all those strikes were worthwhile. Thank you Zamnesia for your love and patience, sorry that this takes so long, if you didn't know already, our writers are useless. Join us next week for… Fml we are harvesting, he really did hit fast forward. ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: Shit happens, they are miserable and poorly taken care of, sorry plants I do love you but life happens and we learn from the bad or we die. Talking of that, next week it is your turn to take the big old dirt nap… well, more of a joint nap, a nap in my cupboard, slowly dried until I can smoke you and smile. Added another light to cover everything, including the plants I was growing cause I got bored, these grew big but they didn't seem to bulk up, likely because I didn't practice good trimming.