Me and Milagra- A love story
Our story begins in late April of this year in Los Angeles...
As is my custom, I was sitting on the patio that adjoins my bedroom on the second floor of my apartment-- smoking a bowl. As usual, the Mexican "brick weed" I was enjoying was full of seeds. My patio is full of potted plants and there is one big pot full of fertilized potting soil that is always empty. This is where I dump the seeds.
You see, I cannot bring myself to throw the seeds in the trash. It seems a cruel and unjust punishment. Nothing ever happens. They just sit there on the surface of the soil. But all of that was about to change.
Nobody ever goes out onto my patio. It is my private oasis. The walls are 8 feet tall and there are no tall buildings around here so I can usually sip Corona naked in the evening undisturbed. My neighbors are elderly folks who I am very friendly with. I help them with moving around heavy stuff and fixing their computer so they naturally think I'm a great neighbor.
Two weeks go by, it's now early June and I notice something miraculous has happened, one of the seeds has managed somehow to bury itself and now I have a little, adorable shoot poking through the soil. I am ecstatic to say the least.
As the days turn into weeks, the little sativa (looks Oaxacan maybe), thrives with very little help from myself. I barely even water it (once a week), add no fertilzer nor food. This is southern California, and the plant sits happily in the sunshine for more than 8 hours a day.
A friend of mine who is a knowledgeable grower came over to see my little Milagra. He was impressed. He told me to cut the tops off and maybe water it a little more which I did. I grew up around pot plants as my mom was a hippie and always had huge plants growing in her garden's compost. I remembered her putting epsom salts in when the leaves turned yellow so I did that and it worked.
My only concern, and it is slight, are the "ghetto birds" (police helicopters) that fly over continuously. I have thought about uprooting my Milagra, but I cannot bring myself to do it. Not yet.
So I sit and wait, watching her stretch towards the perpetually blue sky and it gives me so much pleasure to visit with my girl every night. I think of her often. Indeed, I cannot stop.
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Me and Milagra- A love story
Me and Milagra- A love story
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Originally Posted by rojo8401
Our story begins in late April of this year in Los Angeles...
As is my custom, I was sitting on the patio that adjoins my bedroom on the second floor of my apartment-- smoking a bowl. As usual, the Mexican "brick weed" I was enjoying was full of seeds. My patio is full of potted plants and there is one big pot full of fertilized potting soil that is always empty. This is where I dump the seeds.
You see, I cannot bring myself to throw the seeds in the trash. It seems a cruel and unjust punishment. Nothing ever happens. They just sit there on the surface of the soil. But all of that was about to change.
Nobody ever goes out onto my patio. It is my private oasis. The walls are 8 feet tall and there are no tall buildings around here so I can usually sip Corona naked in the evening undisturbed. My neighbors are elderly folks who I am very friendly with. I help them with moving around heavy stuff and fixing their computer so they naturally think I'm a great neighbor.
Two weeks go by, it's now early June and I notice something miraculous has happened, one of the seeds has managed somehow to bury itself and now I have a little, adorable shoot poking through the soil. I am ecstatic to say the least.
As the days turn into weeks, the little sativa (looks Oaxacan maybe), thrives with very little help from myself. I barely even water it (once a week), add no fertilzer nor food. This is southern California, and the plant sits happily in the sunshine for more than 8 hours a day.
A friend of mine who is a knowledgeable grower came over to see my little Milagra. He was impressed. He told me to cut the tops off and maybe water it a little more which I did. I grew up around pot plants as my mom was a hippie and always had huge plants growing in her garden's compost. I remembered her putting epsom salts in when the leaves turned yellow so I did that and it worked.
My only concern, and it is slight, are the "ghetto birds" (police helicopters) that fly over continuously. I have thought about uprooting my Milagra, but I cannot bring myself to do it. Not yet.
So I sit and wait, watching her stretch towards the perpetually blue sky and it gives me so much pleasure to visit with my girl every night. I think of her often. Indeed, I cannot stop.
She is my joy. I love her.[attachment=o75233]
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i love love stories :)
welcome to can.com :D
Me and Milagra- A love story
Thanks guys. Glad to be here.
Me and Milagra- A love story
nice plant, over here in Idaho, (originally from cali Sacramento) there are no "ghetto birds" and all my neigbors are pot heads, good for me, well i have a lil garden growing, i just throw the seeds in my garden and let nature do the rest:rasta: anywayz hello and dont ger rid of it, it is a beauty
