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    Another Crappy Day in Paradise..... Do it Again.

    You know how this works....

    Standing in the middle of nowhere,
    Wondering how to begin.
    Lost between tomorrow and yesterday,
    Between now and then.

    It's another year, we're off on another complete circle around the sun, just like the last one..... only maybe not.

    For those of you new to this circus, allow me to introduce you to the wonderful world of growing marijuana in Hawaii. I will be your partner in crime, along with a few other voices that just will not be silenced. Some of us live on a beautiful warm island called Maui, but we are scattered all over the state.



    This ain't a growlog as you would expect one to be, no it's gone past that. If you have stumbled into this looking for actual knowledge, sorry, your in the wrong place. The knowledge contained in here is only good until you reach the water, past that point, it's worthless.

    While we are in the process of crushing any illusions you may have been harboring, might as well give you some more bad news. That shitty phone I own is alive and kicking, so the pics won't be getting better any time soon.

    So let me wrap this up. Shitty pics, No actual knowledge shared. A rather manic leader....

    So I gotta ask....why are you here again?

    Maybe because I can string words together pretty well? Or maybe you want front row seats to see how big of a crater I leave when lose it. Two extremes. Maybe something inbetween? Only you can answer that question.

    And now we're back where we started
    Here we go round again
    Day after day I get up and I say
    I better do it again

    Twenty-fifteen is gonna be different than 2014. This year will be last year on steroids. Last year was wet, this one will be dry. Everything you will see is grown outside, rain at the wrong time can be death, sun at the right time.... that's gonna be this year.

    The strains are simple. A short drive down the hill is Greyskull. With his fingers on the Mainland, just about anything there, makes its way here.... if we want it. Then on the other side of me is Casper. With his love of anything Bodi, and his local people, that route is well covered too. I sit in the middle of greatness, and some accidently splashes onto me. Go figure.

    Comming up is a year filled with uncertainties. Laws are changing. To what we have no clue. My wife and I are caretakers for two other patients. Legaly I'm allowed 28 plants, but I cheat alot, so..... who knows how many are really growing at one time.

    Where are all the people going?
    Round and round till we reach the end.
    One day, leading to another.
    Get up, go out, do it again.

    The garden is really a series of backfilled planters, though there have been so many plants put in them, the soil is mostly old FF Ocean, with homemade compost added in. At one time only half is planted, the othe half is planted in clover and allowed to go fallow for the half year. The garden itself was made by me jumping on a shovel, and a big iron toothpick called an O'o, over the course of a lifetime. Now I have it kinda just where I want it.

    Unlike today, where you just plant anywhere, who cares what the neighbors say, this garden was planned and put in back when it was still illegal. So before I built the garden, I planted all kinds of cover, and put the plants in a shallow gulch. So they can NOT be seen from anywhere off my land.

    The Summer gulch contains 21 spaces for clones and 7 spaces for trees. There are also another 11 holes in front of the house, these can be used for either plants from clone or trees from seed. and as of this monent, most of them are occupied.

    I'm not known for my fast starts, no, I tend to slowly build up to madness, not launch the year with it, but this year is different. I'm banking on the powers that be, will be rather paralized at the changeover. If that is gonna happen, this will be the year it happens. This garden has an experation date. By the second week of April, it'll all be gone, replanted, with what we don't yet know.

    And you think today is going to be better.
    Change the world and do it again.
    Give it all up and start all over.
    You say you will but you don't know when.

    In reality this year started late last year. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas I started 3 waves of Scogi (Skunkdog x Gogi OG) seed a week apart. One of those three waves should land in the sweetspot and I do think we have a winner.

    Wave one got hit and put on the ground by not one but two Kona storms. Still, not bad. Maybe five more weeks. But missed early.



    Wave Two. Direct hit. More Scogi These should be the ones. They'll get to five, six feet, and yield a half lb apiece.



    Wave three.... Looking late. Probably gonna miss long. The strain may save me though. Not Scogi.



    Now, If you think all I have been doing the past couple of months is fucking off, well you would have hit the nail on the head. But I did have time to add a few slots and another couple of planters into the gulch..... and now they see their first clones.



    From this point on it gets nothing but better. As each day gets a little longer, the plants grow bigger, they yield more, and this is as ugly as the day's gonna get.

    The days go by and you wish you were a different guy.
    Different friends and a new set of clothes.
    You make alterations and [a fact in you knows].
    A new house, a new car, a new job, a new nose.
    But it's superficial and it's only skin deep.
    Cause the voices in your head keep shouting in your sleep,
    Get back, get back!

    Yes I know, compared to my last one this intro leaves much to be desired. But then again, we are talking weeks not months between logs. Sometimes you gotta let the voices scream for awhile, to catch the point they want to make.

    But past this point, there is an entire unexplored year out there. What it holds, I don't have a clue. What I do know, is that you will find out a few minutes after me.
    Last edited by oldhaole; 01-29-2015, 14:17. Reason: by the way, say hello to post number 666. eeerrrr....an either a really good or really bad way to start.
    Wonderful Things Happen When You Plant the Seeds of Distrust in a Garden of Assholes.




    Just Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Three.
    https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=204197 Long Season 2011....done.

    Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Four.
    https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=223284 Short Season 2011-2012....done.

    Still Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Five.
    https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?p=4995530 Long Season 2012....done.

    Not Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Six.
    https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?p=5571647 Short, Long, and Short Seasons 2013....done.

    Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Embracing the Suck.
    https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=281490 Whole Year 2014.

    Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Do it Again.
    https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=300355 The Story Never Ends.

    #2
    Very good my friend. The edit has me laughing. Hope you have a great year!
    Aloha from the peanut gallery lol

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      #3
      Very cool to see this journal start! Its 7 degrees here, so popping into your world helps pass the winter freeze and gets me jacked up for spring.

      Looks like you have been busy as per usual!

      May 2015 bless you with bountiful yields and safe farming my friend!

      Shine on you crazy diamond!

      Best,
      Lester

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        #4
        Hahahahahaha
        Starting off on the right foot I see my friend
        Always impressed.

        When's the next dab session?

        A hui hou
        This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
        Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
        All this pain is an illusion.
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          #5
          The beginnings of a great grow, note the position of the plants in the hill side, as I too heard it rains heavily in Hawaii at times, hence its one place overfeeding actually works ...lol

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            #6
            Ah!

            Another crappy day.
            But the purple prose, flows.
            O.H. is on top of his game.
            The snails on his thorn.
            All's right with this world.
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            Aloha nui,
            Wee
            "It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so."
            - Mark Twain

            "Plants do things for a reason, they don't just decide one day to get root rot or act funny." -Weedhound
            R.I.P

            A prudent question is one-half of wisdom. -Francis Bacon

            A wise man is superior to any insults which can be put upon him, and the best reply to unseemly behavior is patience and moderation. -Moliere


            You're behaving as if there is no hope. Someone musta told you you were hopeless and you believed them! That's it, isn't it? What you believe about yrself rests on a pile of someone else's shit! - Teddybrae

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              #7
              Db should change name to peanut gallery..hahaha.....I'm glad it didn't take long fo da voices to come blasting on da paper...hahaha....upcountry dabz inc......Never put off till tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.
              - Mark Twain
              I can see that has not been applied...let's get em dis year Hawaii boyz
              oH and Greyskull da bes on Maui ......cheeeeeeeeeee

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                #8
                You Take it In Your Own Way.....

                Shit....

                It's either do this or hijack Grey's thread, take it for a spin, and leave it wrecked out in Kanaio, but no. I promised not to.

                Looks like I gotta do this. I betcha you this will be nowhere near as fun as doing that would. But nothing stopping me from taking THIS thread out and leaving it wrecked in the Tinaroo.

                Here we are, January is over, the total take for the year is, wait for it, ready yet, I can keep this up... but I won't.

                Total take for January..... is...... One.

                And it was a fuckin' fag.

                So, January sucks, and frankly, so does Febuary. This is nothing new. But March will be madness. And it's all good. See, my friend, some friend, gave me a fag. Should I have had a garden full of flowers, it would not have ended well. But since there was nothing in flower..... no damage was done.

                Well now I found myself,
                Wish I was someone else.
                My hands are stained with love,
                Wish I could take it away.
                I hid behind the shell.
                In time the pain will melt.
                My heart is stained with love,
                Wish I could fake it.

                Uh oh... it's the Politicly Correct people.

                They object to my use of the term fag.... as in fag plant. True, the term is offensive, but so is finding one dumping pollen in your garden. And the people that gave it to you should be called out and publicly shamed.

                What's that? Can't do that? Shet! Your a lucky ghost!

                Anyway, us old people gotta be pardoned when they use terms like fag plants, Got nuthin against gays, let 'em get married, they deserve the same right to be tortured, forever, just like the rest of us..... I would never call someone a fag...... but a plant?

                It is and always will be a fag in my book. Besides, hemrophidite is too many fuckn' letters. If that term offends you.... Go away.

                See? Every one in awhile..... crackers.

                My selfish enemy,
                Still has the best of me.
                Empty and feeling numb.
                Wish I could take it away.
                I can't control the need,
                To weak to not concede.
                Wish I was deaf and dumb.
                Wish I could fake it.

                Deadlines.

                We all got them. Remember the bonus round I was making noises about earlier? That window has closed. The ship has sailed, the bus has drove off, Elvis has left the building. Anything planted from seed past this point will probably regrow, unless you are gonna mess with their light. The three waves from seed have turned into five, well really four, since I wasn't happy with the fourth wave, I killed the whole damn thing and replaced it with the fifth and final wave. Today.

                Got it? You know, there is a test at the end.

                And that brings us to one of the nice things about seeds. You put no work into them, so you can easily, without guilt, kill the weak ones. Wave Three? All two plants of it? Those are Greyskulls genetics, Skunkdog x SoCalMaster. Started twenty plants, killed eighteen. These two better be good.....If not... Tinaroo. Kanaio.

                So, with that deadline rapidly receding in the rear view mirror, everything is off and running. Now all I need is the cooperation of the woman upstairs. Today it rained, and that was perfect timing. Transplanting in the rain? Wonderfuckinful.

                But, like a typical woman, she won't be onboard for long. Next week we are looking at West winds. Never talked about them before. Never had too, because we never see sustained wind out of the West. I haven't seen them in 15 years. But what I can tell you, in this place, is that they are not a good thing. Should things happen like they predict.... we may be the Windward side for awhile.

                Houston. We may have a problem.

                Still, better now when everything is young, than later. Young plants can be fixed, old ones rot. And since this grow has to be able to disappear fast, framing and fixing these plants in place is not an option either.

                I gave my life away,
                There's nothing left to say.
                I gave my life away,
                You take it in your own way.

                There are a lot of ways to mess this up. One path to the promised land though.

                And, that is all we need.

                Now, to the PG....

                Yea DB... 666. Came close to scrapping the whole enchelada. No can. Chance 'em.

                Lester.... Thanks. Seven whole degrees? Dude! Sucks to be you. Whatever warmth this thread throws off? It's all yours.

                Grey.... we alredy had that session. Your cupboard was bare? I fixed it? How quickly they forget.

                Vos.... thanks. One day the gulch will flow. It has before, before I put a pile of plants there. When that day happens again....I'm fucked.

                Weez.... Is that Guerilla Glue Goo? Did that work for you?

                Casper.... thanks for the fag!
                Wonderful Things Happen When You Plant the Seeds of Distrust in a Garden of Assholes.




                Just Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Three.
                https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=204197 Long Season 2011....done.

                Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Four.
                https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=223284 Short Season 2011-2012....done.

                Still Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Five.
                https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?p=4995530 Long Season 2012....done.

                Not Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Part Six.
                https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?p=5571647 Short, Long, and Short Seasons 2013....done.

                Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Embracing the Suck.
                https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=281490 Whole Year 2014.

                Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Do it Again.
                https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=300355 The Story Never Ends.

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                  #9
                  Well today it is 11 degrees and we got two feet of snow last night. But it is 72 and sunny in my garden!

                  So the west winds are predicted for this season? What causes that?

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                    #10
                    "Weez.... Is that Guerilla Glue Goo? Did that work for you?"

                    Um, no. :(
                    'twas a minor disaster.
                    The bad news followed fast, then followed faster.

                    The "goo" was a winterization of some BHO for a mutual friend.
                    I'll PM ya with the details.


                    A.,
                    W.
                    "It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so."
                    - Mark Twain

                    "Plants do things for a reason, they don't just decide one day to get root rot or act funny." -Weedhound
                    R.I.P

                    A prudent question is one-half of wisdom. -Francis Bacon

                    A wise man is superior to any insults which can be put upon him, and the best reply to unseemly behavior is patience and moderation. -Moliere


                    You're behaving as if there is no hope. Someone musta told you you were hopeless and you believed them! That's it, isn't it? What you believe about yrself rests on a pile of someone else's shit! - Teddybrae

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                      #11
                      I like that culling action!
                      no shame i know you are only looking for the best - thats what growers are supposed to do. only the best lose the rest.
                      20-2 sounds like you are not fucking around

                      those 2 better be fucking good or I am gonna be hearing it.
                      oh boy will I hear it.
                      but id rather hear truth than some happy bullshit crap.
                      spill it.
                      i am not worried - ITS 50% SKUNKDAWG.
                      like the good ghost says, and I have taken to use as my own now (I owe you casper!)...
                      no worry beef curry

                      I am curious what you're gonna be saying in a couple months....
                      This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
                      Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
                      All this pain is an illusion.
                      sigpic

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                        #12
                        Nice addition to the garden man, sorry bout the west winds.
                        "Drawing is the honesty of art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad."
                        Salvador Dali

                        Oahu Daze episode 1
                        https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=288836 Finished

                        Irie Tiki Farm 2017 Outdoor
                        https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread.php?t=344729

                        Old school is the new school
                        https://www.icmag.com/ic/showthread....39#post8386939

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                          #13
                          Interesting about the wind. We've had an extremely dry winter here on the eastside BI, the other day I was just wondering what would happen if the weather switched and kona got all our usual rain and we got the sun. Probably be devastating for just about everything except growing herb.

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                            #14
                            OH, looks like we're thousands of miles apart, but on the same schedule. Harvest starts March 3rd for me and goes through the entire month - March Madness indeed!

                            Best of luck this year to all you guys keeping hawaii green!
                            Veni...Vidi...Velcro...I came, I saw, I stuck around...

                            When you are dead, you do not know that you are dead. All of the pain is felt by others.

                            The same thing happens when you are stupid.

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                              #15
                              I would like to follow along. Permission to leave ship and come to the island.

                              Do you have trouble with rippers in your area?

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