Thanks
@Senokai. Doesn't always go that way. Had many grand fails in the past, probly more in the future ; yet I believe I struck a magic chord this time around.
I would love to grow out some THT gear along with you. The Cackleberry looks like a sure treat , and certainly don't you dare decline any Tangie offerings he gestures.
or is a new one to be set?
Dude, I been mulling that. I was going to run with it perpetually however I do find it more time-consuming.
I was harvesting mid-December and I knew I wouldn't have the attention for sprouts over Christmas.
That and the ever-present fear of mites.
Let us wrap this up with a completely off topic knowledge tidbit.
Sugar does not grow on trees. In North America our white table sugar is sourced from a root crop , Beets.
Sugar beets are host to a specific variety of pests. As such, Beets are cycled through fields. A plot will never grow sugar beets more than once , every 3 years.
No-host, no pests.
I cannot afford to effectively fight mites perpetually. The largest tool in my IPM is a clean break.
Mites will go dormant in a cold cycle but they have no choice but to hatch in the heat.
I leave my Nursery empty for a few days at full heat. I also leave my flower room empty for a few days at full heat. Gives me a chance to do my cleaning and organizing and allow for a fresh start.
Good call SS, although my most recent pop is 90% bro gear, This Thread is winding down. Harvest and porn we'll keep this show going for a while.
Time to turn a new leaf.
Okay,, one last diversion.
Did you know that sugar beets are the last crop of the season to be pulled from the prairies ?
In fact Harvest can be delayed by unseasonably warm weather. Harvested beets are stored above ground and they must stay frozen outside all winter while they are waiting for processing.
,,,,, and one more thing.
You would think a brewery would smell very pleasantly , right ?
,,,because it is full of delicious beer ???
Not so.
Same holds true with a sugar processing plant. You drive into that town and it smells like the ditches are lined with dead horses.