And just like that, the ninth and final week of flowering has come to an end. After months of training, adjusting, observing, and patiently waiting, the girls have finally reached the finish line. Unfortunately, the last week wasn't entirely stress-free. Humidity became particularly challenging, reaching levels much higher than I would have liked this close to harvest. With the flowers now at their densest, this naturally made me more cautious about potential mold and bud rot. One bud on Planet of the Grapes caught my attention, as it appears to be showing either some localized damage or the early signs of bud rot. I have been monitoring it very closely, and thankfully, the surrounding flowers still look healthy and unaffected. With harvest planned for tomorrow, I don't intend to take any unnecessary risks—if the affected area looks any worse, it will simply be removed during harvest. Now for the good news: the girls have finished beautifully. Trichome development is right around where I wanted it to be, with most plants showing approximately 15% amber trichomes, although naturally there is some variation between cultivars and even between individual flowers. Some are slightly further along, while others could probably continue for a little longer. Nevertheless, I have decided to harvest the entire tent together at the end of Week 9. They have matured closely enough to one another that a synchronized harvest makes the most sense, especially since I would rather not set up a second tent purely for drying. Looking back, it's satisfying to see how much the garden has changed. What started as four relatively small plants eventually became a completely filled canopy of heavy, frosty flowers. There were challenges along the way—yellowing leaves, summer heat, stubborn humidity, light adjustments, deficiencies, and branches eventually becoming too heavy to support themselves—but the plants kept pushing forward. And now there is nothing left to adjust. No more chasing the perfect light distance. No more canopy management. No more wondering how much they will stretch or how large the flowers will become. Tomorrow, the scissors finally come out. After nine weeks of flowering and a lot of patience, harvest day has arrived. 🌿✂️