Lophophora's spare bathroom

Hurry up already!

Are you talking to me?

Oh it’s you! Pardon me, I was just talking to Eileen. I shouldn’t be impatient though, there is literally no rush. According to my calendar we are now eight days past the arbitrary finish date I marked down for Eileen.

Here are some trichrome shots.

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I really need to take more microscope shots, I’ll admit I’ve been slacking in that department. This is partially due to having melted the USB port in my phone, the whole handheld microscopy was truly a convenience. Really I have no excuse other than I don’t like dragging my laptop down to the spare bathroom.

Anyways check out the rest of the garden:

A little bit of yellowing on the FAM, likely on account of this plant quadrupling in size over the last four weeks. I’m not too concerned at this point and quite confident she’ll make it over the finish line in style.

Speaking of finish lines the Fog Dog and Blackstrap are neck and neck, it’s a close race.

It’s honestly a bit of a relief that these seedlings haven’t blown up yet. I still need to prepare pots, soil, and space for these to grow. Just waiting on Eileen to finish up.

You’re pretty quiet today, you know that?

Do you always talk to yourself this much?

Uh, no… In fact sometimes I even speak to other people. Watch this!

According to the ER just slightly larger than I can open my jaw.

What’s that supposed to mean, tough guy?

Whoa! Easy, easy.

As the voice of the spare bathroom I think I speak for everyone here when I say we have no idea who that is.

It might even be a compliment. You know now that I think of it you do bear an uncanny resemblance to my internal monologue…

Yeah, you wish.

A man can dream. Nice having you around reardless.

Wish I’d followed this advice before that fateful ER visit…

What exactly did happen that night?

Uh, I’ve said too much. No more questions.

Thanks everyone, come back again soon!

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