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F1’s FL
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F1’s FL
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LST
weeks 3-4
Topping
weeks 3-4
Defoliation
weeks 4
Indoor Herb Soil
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Germination Method
Directly In Substrate
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Avg. success - 93%
Method popularity - 20%
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CalGonJim CalGonJim
2 months ago
10/3. Seedsman & RQS F1s are my Christmas grow. Going to get the Indoor Herb Soil and Perlite mixed up today. Using General Hydroponics powered nutrients for this grow. 3pm Got all the pots full of dirt. Waiting for the soil to absorb the water will plant tomorrow 10/4 4 am Planted all the seeds. (5 days later 10/9-10 NONE of them were viable seeds they all died I planted Garlic too shallow but the others just died, complete waste of time....all of them
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Harsh. I've had a number of bad starts, too, recently. Keep your chin up, and here's a short story to brighten your day: Hedge's Quantum Podge In the emerald labyrinth of Granny Willow's garden, bathed in the pearlescent glow of dusk, a tiny heart thumped a frantic rhythm. Pip, a mouse with whiskers as fine as moonbeams, scampered through the dew-kissed undergrowth, his nose twitching with a scent of bitter disappointment. The plump scarlet jewel he’d dreamt of all week, the king of the strawberry patch, lay shriveled and gray, a victim of some unseen blight. A mournful trill pierced the still air. Cricket, his emerald wings drooping like wilted ferns, perched on a ladybug-dotted clover. "The moonbeam bridge," he chirped, his voice laced with despair, "gone, vanished like dandelion fluff in a rogue breeze." The moonbeam bridge, a shimmering ribbon woven from moonlight, was more than just a walkway across the babbling brook. It was a symbol of their sanctuary, a testament to the harmony that pulsed through the garden. Its absence was a chilling omen, a whisper of shadows spreading through their haven. Suddenly, a booming croak shattered the gloom. Ferdinand, a portly frog with moss-green skin and a twinkle in his bulbous eyes, plopped onto a lily pad. "The Quantum Hodgepodge!" he croaked, his voice thick with worry. "Hedge the Hedgehog, that prickly pilferer, has snatched it!" The Quantum Hodgepodge, a tangible luminous crystal nestled in the heart of the garden, hummed with the lifeblood of their world. It regulated the moonbeams, sprouted the flowers, and whispered secrets to the wind. In Hedge's grasp, it could spell disaster – sunflowers twisting into thorny nightmares, fireflies flickering with an eerie green, the very essence of the garden corrupted. With a determination that belied his diminutive size, Pip puffed out his chest. "We have to get it back," he squeaked, his voice trembling with a courage he barely recognized. Cricket's antennae perked up, the melody of hope returning to his chirp. "Together," he trilled, a chorus of defiance echoing through the leaves. Ferdinand’s booming laugh filled the air, dispelling the lingering shadows. "Then let's give that prickly pest a taste of our garden justice!" Their plan, hatched under the watchful gaze of the moon, was a daring dance of bravery and wit. Pip, agility his shield, would infiltrate Hedge's burrow, a labyrinth of twisted roots and watchful thorns. Cricket, his music the key to the Hodgepodge's magic, would orchestrate a symphony of chaos outside. And Ferdinand, a boulder in disguise, would block the prickly villain's escape. The moon, veiled in a cloak of clouds, cast only fleeting shadows as Pip squeezed through a hidden crack in the burrow's entrance. Inside, the air prickled with the sharp scent of pine needles and Hedge's muttered curses. The stolen Hodgepodge pulsed with a sickly green glow, distorting the garden's magic. Pumpkins sprouted barbed fangs, sunflowers turned their backs on the sun, and fireflies danced a macabre ballet of emerald light. Hedge, a ball of spikes and fury, spun around, his beady eyes glinting with malicious glee. A chase ensued, Pip darting through tunnels, Hedge's spines whistling past his fur. Outside, Cricket's chirps rose in a crescendo, each note a wrench in the Hodgepodge's stolen rhythm. Flowers drooped, butterflies faltered, the garden teetering on the brink of chaos. At the burrow's mouth, Ferdinand, a boulder no more, leaped into action. His booming croak rattled the very roots of the earth, sending Hedge tumbling over his lily pad-shaped trap. With a final leap, Pip snatched the Hodgepodge, flinging it towards Cricket's outstretched antennae. In a final, harmonious concerto, Cricket channeled the moonbeam's purity, bathing the crystal in its silvery light. The Hodgepodge, recognizing its true master, pulsed with radiant energy, chasing away the encroaching shadows. Flowers unfurled, fireflies returned to their golden glow, and the moonbeam bridge shimmered back into existence, its path woven with a celestial rainbow. As the garden sighed with relief, Pip, Cricket, and Ferdinand shared a strawberry, its sweetness amplified by the joy of their victory. They had faced their fears, embraced their differences, and proven that even the smallest creatures could wield a magic more potent than any stolen crystal. Under the radiant gaze of the redeemed Hodgepodge, they knew their bond, forged in the crucible of courage, would forever shimmer, a testament to the boundless resilience of their enchanted garden. And every time a moonbeam danced across the bridge, their laughter would echo in the wind, a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, the light of friendship could vanquish any shadow. (C) Copyright 2024 DurpDankley, 😊