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!