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2025-04-01
Happy April fools Day
a few Das ago i started my outdoor grow.
in letting soak the seeds, then they were planted, and they are already showing up
iam going to let them grow indoors, and make Clones, then iam going to spread the Clones
in my area
/( gifting them to all my Friends, because its one of the best Outdoor Plants for my Country
She is fast flowering and ready to cut before the big Rain in September starts
THE DREAM OF HONEY CREAM- a short Story
In a secluded garden, nestled among rolling hills, a tiny seed named Honey dreamed of touching the sky.
As autumn leaves fell, a kind gardener prepared her a bed of rich earth, whispering promises of spring.
Through winter's chill, Honey slumbered, drawing strength from the nurturing soil.
When spring's warmth kissed the earth, Honey stretched her first roots, drinking deeply from the gardener's
carefully prepared feast below.
Under a protective roof, Honey grew bold and strong.
Her branches reached out, green fingers grasping at sunbeams. The gardener, with gentle hands,
guided Honey's dance, encouraging her to spread wide rather than tall.
As summer blazed, Honey felt a stirring within. Delicate flowers emerged, and soon, the air was heavy with her sweet perfume.
The gardener wove a net of string above her, and Honey twirled her buds through it, each one reaching for the sky.
Days lengthened, and Honey's thirst grew. The gardener brought her cool water each morning,
and Honey drank greedily, swelling her buds with liquid sunlight. She could feel herself growing sweeter, richer, with each passing day.
As autumn returned, painting the world in gold and crimson, Honey stood resplendent. Her once-tiny frame now boasted a
bounty of gleaming, resin-coated flowers. The gardener approached, eyes wide with wonder, and Honey preened under the admiring gaze.
With loving care, the gardener harvested Honey's gifts, each snip a whispered "thank you" for the season's dance.
And though Honey's journey in the garden was complete, she knew her legacy would live on, bringing joy
and healing to all who experienced her sweet embrace.
In the quiet of the autumn evening, the gardener smiled, already dreaming of the next spring when a new seed would dance in Honey's footsteps.
Mrs_Larimar
