It had to happen sooner or later. This be winter. A wet one.

Jack is done. It took six days of shit weather start the mold. Stress test over.
The Kush was the one that rotted the most. Jack handled pretty damn good.
It's done and hanging. Stupid would be to let it mold. Damn it....

Yesterday it pounded. Today it pounded. Back end of a small front made a home over us and kicked the shit out of here. And it looks like most of this upcomming week will be more of the same. A decent front is right behind this one. Fuckin' jet stream dipped again. I expect another week of rain....crap.

One the good side this may just make it worth it to chase the gulch we free planted. It needed rain...it got it. Big Time. LSY...you may get your wish.

Canni...see what happens when I gloat? Smile...get kicked in the teeth.
One day I will learn to keep my trap shut...not today though...or tomorrow.

Seeds are in... thank god for that. Another week of rain and I will have seeds germinating in the buds.

Oh well. Hope I am wrong. Another week of rain will kill me. That will be game over. Mold city. Batch 3 become iffy. I have been known to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat before....one more time please...long shot though.

But then again....clear the holes and we go right to part 3.

In a week I will know which direction to go. In 2006 we had 40 days of rain.
In a row. This is beginning to look like that.

Outdoors is easy? Only if I get to control the weather. Not in this lifetime.