A World On A String

[Jericho Mile]

Jealous doesn't start to describe it! And more forecast for later. Stop showing off.

…I used to run gardens like this in the mountains of Southern California…very little rain any summer…everything off the hose. I feel for you!

The same monsoons we get in New Mexico were the weather pattern that got us…maybe…a rain or three in California. Same thing…you could hear the thunder…smell the rain…feel the wind…but not get rain…most the time.

 

[Montuno]

..

 

[unclefishstick]

Jealous doesn't start to describe it! And more forecast for later. Stop showing off.

at least you have the vuelta to look forward to!

 

[Montuno]

Sadly not as far south as us. Today we hit 44.3c!, I think that is the hottest I've ever seen it in my 9 summers in Spain.
Last night, as I lay in bed tossing and turning, I could see at least 2 thunder storms in the distance, but as is usual for us, our mountain ranges seem to stop them from reaching us. Cant wait for the main fiesta of the year, as it invariably rains!

It's not been made any better by my being unwell for such a long period.

@Montuno, how on earth do you guy's cope where you are. Ordinarily when I see your temperatures, I feel a little better, as we're regularly 3 or 4 degrees below you. What was your maximum today?

If my car was working, I'd drive up as high into the sierra Nevada as I could and just sit naked under an over hanging rock formation.

I'm in Paradise today, my cousin!

35°C (95°C) max outside (and raining), alone. It hasn't been this cool since the first half of May....
Last night, however, we didn't get below 30°C (86°F). The storm must have broken the seal, like a wax seal, of the Saharan atmosphere. To paraphrase Cervantes, it seemed as if the rain was a waterfall cascading from the railings of the moon.... "Railings of the moon, from where the water thunders". ), also said your "paisano" Lorca ....:

Green I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The boat in the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shadow on her waist,
she dreams on her railing,
green flesh, green hair,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon
things look at her
and she can't look at them.
*
Green I want you green.
Big frost stars
come with the shadow fish
that opens the path of dawn.
The fig tree rubs its wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and the mountain, cat marten,
bristles its sour little beaks.

But who will come, and which way?

She is still on her railing,
green flesh, green hair,
dreaming in the bitter sea..

-"Compadre, I want to exchange
my horse for your house,
my saddle for your mirror,
my knife for your blanket.
Compadre, I come bleeding
from the ports of Cabra..."

-"If I could, my young friend,
this deal would be closed.
..But I am no longer me,
and my house is no longer my house..."

-"Compadre, I want to die
decently in my bed.
Of steel, if possible,
with the sheets of Holland...
...Can't you see the wound I have
from my chest to my throat?!"

-"Three hundred brown roses
your white breastplate wears.
Your blood oozes and smells
around your girdle.
..But I am no longer me,
nor is my house my house any more...

-"Let me climb at least
up to the high rails...
-Let me go up!! let me go up!!
to the green railings...
Railings of the moon,
where the water thunders..."
*
Already the two compadres are climbing
towards the high railings.
Leaving a trail of blood.
Leaving a trail of tears.

The rooftops trembled
Tin lanterns.
A thousand crystal tambourines
wounded the dawn.
*
Green I love you green,
green wind, green branches...

The two compadres went up.
The long wind left
in the mouth a strange taste
of gall, mint and basil.

-"Compadre! Where is she, tell me,
where is your bitter child?"

-"How many times she waited for you!
How many times she waited for you:
fresh face, black hair
on this green railing..."
*
On the face of the cistern
the gypsy woman swayed.
Green flesh, green hair,
with eyes of cold silver.
An icicle of moon
holds her above the water...

The night became intimate
like a small square.
Drunken Civil Guards
at the door were knocking...

Green I want you green.
Green wind. green branches.
The boat on the sea.
And the horse on the mountain... .



..Damn, I'm sorry for your health that it's 109'5°F in the shade of yours right now. I'm afraid it's not the best for recovering from surgery, especially if you have more humidity than me (which is not difficult).

What is surprising me is New Mexico, how humid it can be compared to the popular image we have here.
I'm afraid we've seen so many gringo and Italian "westerns" set in New Mexico but really shot in our Almeria desert, that we've got the wrong idea, he, he, he, he...

 

[Montuno]

at least you have the vuelta to look forward to!

Are you refering to "La Vuelta a España" ?

It's the 2nd national sport in summer: put the Vuelta on TV at noon to watch the daily start...and you'll find out the result of the finish the next day, because whoever doesn't lose consciousness after lunch (aka siesta; first national sport now), is either already dead and buried...or is one of the poor cyclists....: Vuelta a España...in August, my foot.... Good thing it's going to start in Holland...and I don't think it's because the Dutch want to "return to the Empire".

The number of naps I've taken thanks to the Vuelta and the Tour...

 

[Jericho Mile]

^ Pictures of the Mox Mox mom (Eazy was her name) from two different indoor runs circa 2009-2010. In one of these runs she was partially pollinated with Grape Krush…and on the other with the blended pollens (Purple Bastard Haze f2, Triesel f1, Casey Jones f2) to make Eazy Mox Trilogy.

* so I created Mox Mox in 2008 and Eazy Mox Trilogy in 2010

^ My Chem DD f1 mom (Deliah) on the left and her Mox Mox f1 daughter (Eazy) in 2009

^ 2 of the 3 Purple Bastard Haze f1 I used to progress the line into the f2. 2010

I’m digging around looking for my old threads to fill in the gaps

 

[Hombre del mont]

at least you have the vuelta to look forward to!

A few years back It came through our town. We watched them ridding at break neck speed on roads that I know well. I wouldn't dare drive that fast and I'm on 4 wheels. Those guys are super fit and have some balls to take bends at the speed they do.

 

[Hombre del mont]

I'm in Paradise today, my cousin!

35°C (95°C) max outside (and raining), alone. It hasn't been this cool since the first half of May....
Last night, however, we didn't get below 30°C (86°F). The storm must have broken the seal, like a wax seal, of the Saharan atmosphere. To paraphrase Cervantes, it seemed as if the rain was a waterfall cascading from the railings of the moon.... "Railings of the moon, from where the water thunders". ), also said your "paisano" Lorca ....:

Green I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The boat in the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shadow on her waist,
she dreams on her railing,
green flesh, green hair,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon
things look at her
and she can't look at them.
*
Green I want you green.
Big frost stars
come with the shadow fish
that opens the path of dawn.
The fig tree rubs its wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and the mountain, cat marten,
bristles its sour little beaks.

But who will come, and which way?

She is still on her railing,
green flesh, green hair,
dreaming in the bitter sea..

-"Compadre, I want to exchange
my horse for your house,
my saddle for your mirror,
my knife for your blanket.
Compadre, I come bleeding
from the ports of Cabra..."

-"If I could, little boy,
this deal would be closed.
..But I am no longer me,
and my house is no longer my house..."

-"Compadre, I want to die
decently in my bed.
Of steel, if possible,
with the sheets of Holland...
...Can't you see the wound I have
from my chest to my throat?!"

-"Three hundred brown roses
your white breastplate wears.
Your blood oozes and smells
around your girdle.
..But I am no longer me,
nor is my house my house any more...

-"Let me climb at least
up to the high rails...
-Let me go up!! let me go up!!
to the green railings...
Railings of the moon,
where the water thunders..."
*
Already the two compadres are climbing
towards the high railings.
Leaving a trail of blood.
Leaving a trail of tears.

The rooftops trembled
Tin lanterns.
A thousand crystal tambourines
wounded the dawn.
*
Green I love you green,
green wind, green branches...

The two compadres went up.
The long wind left
in the mouth a strange taste
of gall, mint and basil.

-"Compadre! Where is she, tell me,
where is your bitter child?"

-"How many times she waited for you!
How many times she waited for you:
fresh face, black hair
on this green railing..."
*
On the face of the cistern
the gypsy woman swayed.
Green flesh, green hair,
with eyes of cold silver.
An icicle of moon
holds her above the water...

The night became intimate
like a small square.
Drunken Civil Guards
at the door were knocking...

Green I want you green.
Green wind. green branches.
The boat on the sea.
And the horse on the mountain... .



..Damn, I'm sorry for your health that it's 109'5°F in the shade of yours right now. I'm afraid it's not the best for recovering from surgery, especially if you have more humidity than me (which is not difficult).

What is surprising me is New Mexico, how humid it can be compared to the popular image we have here.
I'm afraid we've seen so many gringo and Italian "westerns" set in New Mexico but really shot in our Almeria desert, that we've got the wrong idea, he, he, he, he...

Gracias mi amigo

 

[Jericho Mile]

^ Going through some of my seeds. Looks like I selfed not only Eazy Mox Trilogy #7 (Plentyland…the beans used in this grow)…but also #5. Rereading some of my old threads…I remember why I used #5.

Strange or not…these beans were in the same Tupperware container…on top of each other…but I didn’t see the #5 package when I started this grow. Otherwise…I’d have used seeds from both #5 and #7.

Find it difficult to believe I missed seeing the #5 package

*** Where..in the hell…did I document all the inlines and outcrosses I did with Casey Jones and Odessa (Casey Jones X Cindy Jones) ???? I have both those into the f3 I think.

And where is the documentation on Triesel? Had have been in 2010.

…goddamn I did some cool shit with Purple Bastard Haze too. Scrolling around looking for it

I have shit spread everywhere

 

[Jericho Mile]

 

[Jericho Mile]

^ I started out with 38 sisters. 10 of them I gifted out…after I made my personal selections.

This is one of them.

* I have nothing to do with the plants or their cultivation.

 

[Jericho Mile]

Notes :

Purple Bastard = Black Russian X Double Purple Dojo

Cross made by Jaws

Purple Bastard Haze = Purple Bastard X Soma’s G13/Haze

Purple Bastard Haze was a limited release from Connoisseur Genetics

OJD got his Purple Bastard from Core

 

[Jericho Mile]

^ For sure going to have different finish times…but the wiring continues…no breaks…it’s continuous

 

[Jericho Mile]

^ Afternoon cell burst. Gave us a solid hour of rain…no wind…moderate pour…enough to perpetuate the jungle feel.

I wired plants for another couple hours. Crawling around below the screen…wet and muddy

 

[Jericho Mile]

An insane amount of maintenance. No days off it.

 

[Jericho Mile]

My friend…the ranch owner…taking this Alfa Romeo over to his property in…Tucson…to sell. Then he’s flying to San Francisco to be copilot for his friend…taking friend’s Unimog to someplace in Colorado. Be gone for couple weeks.

So I have a 20 acre ranch to myself + wife. Have to admit…it’s a pretty cool place to have my garden. The guest scenario doesn’t get…a whole lot…better. New Mexico is alright

Slowly building my garden gym. Bringing down some dumbbells next.

 

[Jericho Mile]

^ Got down to the ranch in rain…worked a couple hours in the rain…then decided I was getting rained out. Soaked wet and muddy.

^ Coming along…at different speeds

 

[Jericho Mile]

…all night long. August is producing

 

[unclefishstick]

we may actually hit an almost normal rainfall year here

 

[Jericho Mile]

we may actually hit an almost normal rainfall year here

That’s what my friend and I were talking about yesterday…at the ranch. Shaping up to be a textbook monsoon season. The mountains are getting it good. More than town by far.

Steady as she goes….no big dumps from too high an elevation…mature plants…I should navigate it just fine.

Give me a dry back 1/2 of September…sun and 80’s into October…hold the killing frost off until the end of the month. Should be harvesting early Oct-early Nov. by my estimation of where the girls currently are.