And welcome to the Flannel grow diary.
I guess a good place to start is the beginning... I recently moved back to NZ (bro) after over a decade in Ozzy.
I wasn't really planning to do this but I have a father who is wheelchair bound from a motorcycle accident (before I was born) and he is getting older now so having a son around to help him out with this and that has become a bit of a requirement. I don't mind... I love the old bastard.
The flannel term is a nickname that he (dad) got from me and my brother because he pretty much wore a flannel shirt every day of his life for almost 20 years Id say, enough that when me and my brother were teenagers we just started calling him flannel man ..and then just flannel, it stuck.
Aaaaaanyway. When I was a early teen lets say in the 2000s ? I had a crack at growing my own . Seeds pulled from a baggy and a few months later TA...DA busted by Mum moving them around the house during the day to catch the sun hahaha. At the very serious family sit down Flannel said, "well I don't know what were doing with those two but Im keeping that one" pointing at the largest of the plants. We tended it together for a bit then cured and smoked it together with a few of his friends at a get together. Sadly my green thumb days ended there as I turned into a antsy teen and we fell out for a good long while.
But im back !
And Ill be buggered if im gona pay the going rate for the average weed going around in this city.
Flannel uses for medicinal purposes , it helps him to relax his legs and sleep so I have a semi legit reson for wanting some real medicine that I know hasnt been fiddled with.
Also on my side , I pretty much had to cut the herb superb out for a soild decade when I ended up working in the oil and gas industry. All that hard work and playing it straight led to a house , mortgage , wife , kid and eventually a serious mental breakdown related to the half dozen or so near death experiences I had while at work.So lets just say that a change of pace was on the cards anyway and an invitation home to help out and get a 9 to 5 that would let me see my family was welcomed with open arms.
Enough of the context ... on to the growing.