The Knowm has spoken x x x - they grow more and more in the flowering stage...

To a Knome (A red, red nose)

O my Knowm is like a red, red nose,
That's newly blown in June:
O my Knome is like a melodie,
Play'd slightly out of tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie Knowm,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till I eat this Mutton Pie.

Till I eat this Mutton Pie, my dear,
And the Dumplin's on the hob;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Or my name isn't Bob.

Or my name isn't Bob, my Luve!
So fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I'll be back again, my Luve,
Tho' it's really not my style!

:smokin: Show us some pics..... trics are the way to tell if it's ready to harvest - Good karma, Hall x