Thanks Jack. The good news is I have three volunteers to help me with trimming, provided we all get to taste the end product together.

I went to a new hydro store today and picked up Sledgehammer to break up the fertilizer solids in my soil mix, and a pump to pull the nute mix out of the reservoir. By this time next week, the girls will be in their last two weeks of life. I read in this months High Times that if you want quality over quantity, you should flush out two weeks before hand. I've come to trust and respect HT's information, so this is what I'm doing.

My partner, when I told her how much I spent at the store today, gave me an exasperated sigh. "Is that -everything- you need till harvest?" And I had to restrain the urge to tell her all the other stuff I need. Apparently, this new store sells CO2 Boost and a product like CO2 Boost in that it creates CO2, but it uses decomposing mold spores or something. They're in a contained bag with a one-way filter, so no chance of infection. It's certainly a lot cheaper than getting a 20oz CO2 canister filled twice a day and using it like a bug bomb in the room. Stuff really works, my smallest and weakest plant that was quite literally limping along sprouted up two nodes in the 6 hours I had locked the room with the CO2 canister inside. Really wicked stuff.

I had to get some -support- trellis in place, because whoever killed Smurfette went after Papa Smurf too. After having some fellow growers over for a reasoning [Rasta ceremony], I noticed my one thriving adult Smurfberry had a broken arm. I immediately took one of the locking length plant yo-yo's that I was using to -tie- a plant down, and had to hold up Papa Smurf's broken arm.

I swear to God it would be easier if your enemies would just tell you they're your enemies. Someone is hurting my plants, and I don't know who or why. I'm not having anyone over that I wouldn't take a bullet for, for the next two weeks. Not until trim night, after the buds are in the drying rack so careless, evil fingers don't knock off resin glands.

I've got to say I'm incredibly impressed with both Syrup and Smurfberry; Syrup more so than the other. The reason for this is, in early growth, Syrup was incredibly explosive. Some plants were still on their seed leaves when Syrup was already working on her second node. I would definitely use Buddha Seed's [not to be confused with Big Buddha Seeds] Syrup again. Their Quasar seed did not germinate, and the Red Dwarf lives up to its name so far. It's only 8" tall, but it's got an incredible amount of nodes, all tightly packed, and all showing preflowers.

Smurfberry, though, was a case of good and bad genetics. I had two good beans, and one bean with the gene for retarded growth. It's only at five nodes, less than a half foot tall, and is trying to show preflowers. I'm expecting maybe a few grams off it at most; maybe enough to pack all my pipes and roll a cigarette. However, the other two were, and are, phenomenal. Smurfette was strong and healthy [until she was murdered, of course], and Papa Smurf has one huge main stalk, and six large arms covered in preflowers. I've been told I'm not crazy to expect an ounce and a half to two ounces of high quality dried bud from this one plant. What I like about Smurfberry more than Syrup is that Smurfberry [an autoflowering blueberry strain] is that it's not as dense and thick as Syrup is. Syrup shows it's Indica heritage in its fully developed leaves, which are often very fat and squat, and extend everywhere. Smurfberry, however, has Sativa leaves which are thinner and longer, and it's branches are better formed. However, I think this last bit was because of a bit of pruning on my part when Syrup was smaller. She was too bushy, and had to be cut back a little because she was shading out the Red Dwarf seedling.

I've got an ozone spray timer, and a gel-based odor controller. I hope between the two of them, they keep the skunk smell in my living space to a minimum. I don't need pesky neighbors calling the cops. Since I don't have the money at the moment for an Ozone Generator wand, this is one of those moments in life where you close your eyes and brace for impact, hoping you've prepared enough to survive.

It still strikes me as hilarious that in one of the more recent picture of my garden, there's three big, bushy plants, and one wee little one in the corner. It's time I get to bed. I just smoked some Blue Dream, and I'm hoping for some good, heavy sleep.