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A gardener bending over backwards – Marty’s grow report, chapter 7
by Martin Jud
Let it grow! Slowly but surely, my five females are stretching towards a fake sun. In the third week of their life, hemp plants generally develop their iconic five-leaf shape.
The showpiece of plants is normally the flower or blossom. But when it comes to cannabis, I get equally excited about the leaves. Their beauty fascinates me. And since the start of this week, I’ve got some in my grow tent.
What blows my mind even more is what happens when I rub the stem of these 15- to 20-centimetre tall ladies. Making sure not to squash the fragile plantlets, I gently turn the stem between finger and thumb.
I sniff the scent on my fingers.
It’s the sweet, fruity and seductive smell of cannabis. Delicious!
I wish I could bathe in the fragrance or nibble at the stem. Instead, I take a closer look at the plants and discover that they’re already sprouting in several places.
What I can’t see yet are signs of gender. As I’m growing an auto variety, it could be any day now. But instead of trichomes, which is that hairy fuzz, I come across genetic peculiarities. Leaves that look a bit curled.
No. 1 is most affected. In other words, the plant that was deformed from the get-go. But No. 2, 3 and 4 also have leaves with the same issue. Only the largest plant, No. 5, looks absolutely perfect.
Number five is alive!
It remains to be seen whether the curled leaves indicate impure genetics or whether they’re normal at this growth stage of the phenotype of the variety Mota CBD Rich Auto. I’ll be working my green fingers to the bone to right any wrongs.
My routine in a nutshell: daily adoration of the plants plus one litre of water every two to three days for the smaller ones and one litre every other day for the big one. Should any fungus gnats show up, I’ll install some yellow sticky traps. So far, I’ve been lucky. Nothing has crawled or flown out of my plant pots.
That’s all I have to report for today, except that I’m seriously thinking about launching my own perfume collection. My finger, which I’ll never wash again, really got me thinking.
I find my muse in everything. When I don’t, I draw inspiration from daydreaming. After all, if you dream, you don’t sleep through life.