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EremiteMary These cuts will be the backbone of an open-source breeding experiment. Stay tuned if you want to see what these babies, grown with care, can become 😈 Just plants passed on in trust, now part of something new. This isn't about flexing gear - it's about building it. From scratch. Watch this space (- Panda lol)! ✊Week 1 – Improvisation Nation May the 4th be with you! We’re off. Took a pre-rooted clone and shoved it into rockwool—because… why not? No premium nutes, just cheap liquid feed from the corner store and a pinch of blind faith. Tbh, was supposed to go straight into DWC, but my veg room’s currently playing storage-Tetris. So: temporary setup in the living room raised bed (hell yeah, it's as wild as it sounds. Build guide drops somewhere during the next week(s) in the Seedgrow diary). Is it ideal? Nah. Will it work? Let’s find out. Is it DIY? You bet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***Lore – “A Cutting Remark”*** These aren’t just clones. They’re statements. Living proof that the good stuff still exists – passed on, not packaged. While the seed racks fill up with flash and filler, this is the quiet resistance: real, rooted, ready. No breeding here – not yet. Just a closer look at the mothers behind the planned madness. This diary is about showcasing potential. About reminding folks that good plants don’t start with hype, they start with history. And yeah – I might be chucking soon. But for now, just soak in the source code. Peace, Love and Long Hair to all you beautiful people!

EremiteMary Week 2 – Back to Square One May 11th Bad news, folks: the clones didn’t root. At all. Not a wiggle. [at least some of the chucking clones did - built a mini-DWC from a plastic-bottle and an USD 8.00 mini-fishtank-pump for our little champ, just let me know if interested in plans 😉 ] Sometimes plants just say “nah” – and this week, they did. 👉Could’ve ghosted this update, but that ain’t the vibe here. This diary isn’t about flexing perfect grows – it’s about showing the whole process. Wins and fails.👈 Because if we want to reclaim seeds from the corporate seed cartel, we better get real first. So: I’m starting fresh. Same plan, new cuts. Stay tuned, stay stubborn. ✊ DIY means doing it again when it goes wrong. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***Lore #2 – Roots, Rebellions & Reality Checks*** I grew my first plant when I was 12. In my bedroom. No tent, no light, no clue – just fire in my belly. My parents tried to shut it down. I won. That little green outlaw made it through… but I didn’t get to smoke it. Instead, I spiraled into full-blown cop paranoia – the “what if they kick down the door” kind. Spoiler: they didn’t. But let’s be real – it’s probably for the best that I didn’t end up smoking weed at 12. Years later, I got back into the game with some bagseeds and a sunlit balcony. Rough start, but pure love. The real genetics came a couple years after that – but that’s a story for another time. For now? I'm still failing forward. And rooting deeper every season. Long live the outlaws with green thumbs!!!✊✊✊ Peace, Love and Long Hair to all you beautiful people!

EremiteMary ***Reboot the Clone Wars (Week 1 again...)*** Okay, folks – the fancy methods failed me. Zero roots, zero glory. Time to humble myself and go back to the oldschool. This time, I'm cloning the idiot-proof, battle-tested "Oldtimer"-way: A single-use 200ml cup with a small hole melted into the side, filled with wet perlite. That's it. The cut gets dipped in Clonex and buried up to the hole. From there, it's all about patience and high humidity. Low tech, high success. No excuses left. I'll be taking some cuts for the seedgrow, some for this "supply grow", and maybe a couple extras as insurance. Redundancy is king – especially when you're juggling pollen, plans, and a full-time job. Let’s call this a soft reset. Sometimes progress means stepping back and doing it the right way. Slow. Simple. Solid. ***Update (from notes): Cuts, Cups & Contingency Plans*** Alright, fam – we’re officially in cutting season. Yesterday I took 4 cuts using the good ol’ Oldtimer Method (you know, solo cup, side hole, perlite, humidity dome, patience - google knows about this ;-) ). It’s not flashy, but it works – like duct tape and WD40. Today I’ll take 4 more. Tomorrow? Same deal. That’ll give us a solid pool to hunt from, see what roots first, and start filling the buckets one by one. If things go south (again), I’ve still got that sneaky little Sugar Black Rose thriving in the PET bottle DWC (bought her a small air-pump for below USD 8.00). She’s vibin’. Worst case scenario? She’s my Hail Mary. Important note: One cut of each promising lady will go into the DIY Seedbox setup (you see in the pictures) for the parallel Seedgrow Diary. Once that’s in motion, I’ll be dropping a guide over there on how to make your own seeds for under 60 bucks – gear up, it’s gonna be a wild one. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 👉 LORE: The Forest, the Dog & the Vanishing Hope 👈 Back then, I was living at the edge of a forest in the low mountains. Me, the dog of my ex, and way too much time to overthink everything. The plan? Guerrilla or nothing. No more windowsill grows, no more pretending that garden herbs just looked like weed. I had ordered "real" genetics for the first time — and when the shipping company couldn’t deliver the package due to a “damaged label,” I went straight into full paranoia mode. Cops? Sting op? Trash everything? It was probably nothing, but if you know, you know. When the second shipment finally arrived, I got a little surprise: some bonus seeds of Moby Dick Auto. Perfect test subject (and, funny enough, one of the "strains" I considered before). So I popped them on the balcony, got them going, and hiked out into the woods like I was on a mission. The planting spots were chosen with tactical precision. I had a folding shovel. A water plan. The dog scouting ahead like a four-legged recon drone. I planted. I prayed. I disappeared. Weeks later, I came back to check on them. Only one was still there. She’d been chewed, stomped, and almost gone. But I wasn’t empty-handed. I still had the real beans — the ones I ordered for this. The dream didn’t end in the woods. It just started with teeth marks and paranoia. 😅 Love, peace and long hair! ✊