Shalom, brethren. Some of you might remember me, the Scandinavian Guy, from another thread I made, which requested the right strain for my climate.
Without further ado... To go into further details on my situation... Well, it so happens that I am carrying out my plans as planned. I got the seeds. Went for a walk in the woods with nuthin' but a shovel on my back and a bunch of dirt in a bag. Found the perfect spot with a spontaneous rush of instinct...
Very close to my home; insanely good soil (albeit slightly clayish), excellent sunlight exposure, direct access to water, and what's best, near complete coverage from all directions regarding the few pedestrians that might walk nearby. Started digging and couldn't stop.
Yet... There is a minor trail just about thirty feet from my spot. Less than thirty feet, actually. I'm not saying the trail gets heavy traffic, but enough to leave a trampled path right about next to my hill of weed.
And this is the one detail that could get me if I'm not careful, I'm sure. I'll go into advanced detail on my spot to give you the most accurate definition possible. The spot is located next to a small lake and across a small river current flowing from the lake. It is covered by extremely thick bushes and general inaccessability from practically all sides, especially from north, west and south, where the spot is essentially unreachable to any sane person... but from the East, there is a theoretically (Practically, Essentially, Theoretically. The middle word in Life is If.) accessible road to my plantation. The path itself is flooded with huge swarms of mosquitoes and poisonous plants. But it is surprisingly close to the spot, merely a few steps away, actually.
Having said it in this way, I have no idea why anyone would venture outside the trampled and given path, into the grow area... Yet I feel a before unknown restlessness on my back. The slightest idea that someone might, just from the impulse of a crazy idea or something, wander into the Garden of Ganja.
During the past week that I've been cultivating the spot, I have noticed no trails leading anywhere near to what might compromise my operation. Infact, the general area seems to be getting far less traffic and attention than during the past few years, for reasons I do not know. It is already well into the summer and the wild vegetation seems to have completely overrun some paths nearby that have existed in the years before. Suffice to say, so far, so good. Yet, ah, this bloody restlessness...
I must leave you now. Any shared past experience regarding a situation like mine would be incredibly helpful. If you people need photos to express my situation, I'd be glad to provide them. If you read through all this shit, crazy kudos to ya...
Without further ado... To go into further details on my situation... Well, it so happens that I am carrying out my plans as planned. I got the seeds. Went for a walk in the woods with nuthin' but a shovel on my back and a bunch of dirt in a bag. Found the perfect spot with a spontaneous rush of instinct...
Very close to my home; insanely good soil (albeit slightly clayish), excellent sunlight exposure, direct access to water, and what's best, near complete coverage from all directions regarding the few pedestrians that might walk nearby. Started digging and couldn't stop.
Yet... There is a minor trail just about thirty feet from my spot. Less than thirty feet, actually. I'm not saying the trail gets heavy traffic, but enough to leave a trampled path right about next to my hill of weed.
And this is the one detail that could get me if I'm not careful, I'm sure. I'll go into advanced detail on my spot to give you the most accurate definition possible. The spot is located next to a small lake and across a small river current flowing from the lake. It is covered by extremely thick bushes and general inaccessability from practically all sides, especially from north, west and south, where the spot is essentially unreachable to any sane person... but from the East, there is a theoretically (Practically, Essentially, Theoretically. The middle word in Life is If.) accessible road to my plantation. The path itself is flooded with huge swarms of mosquitoes and poisonous plants. But it is surprisingly close to the spot, merely a few steps away, actually.
Having said it in this way, I have no idea why anyone would venture outside the trampled and given path, into the grow area... Yet I feel a before unknown restlessness on my back. The slightest idea that someone might, just from the impulse of a crazy idea or something, wander into the Garden of Ganja.
During the past week that I've been cultivating the spot, I have noticed no trails leading anywhere near to what might compromise my operation. Infact, the general area seems to be getting far less traffic and attention than during the past few years, for reasons I do not know. It is already well into the summer and the wild vegetation seems to have completely overrun some paths nearby that have existed in the years before. Suffice to say, so far, so good. Yet, ah, this bloody restlessness...
I must leave you now. Any shared past experience regarding a situation like mine would be incredibly helpful. If you people need photos to express my situation, I'd be glad to provide them. If you read through all this shit, crazy kudos to ya...
and i lov little hind away oh yh 
Kudo
