lovely tip

I got this lovely tip yesterday from a parent of a fan (who has long since outgrown us.) Folks used to bring the teacher an apple, I'm not a teacher and Portland parents have very green thumbs. 

This stuff is so sticky it sticks to the wall. Dad knew what he was doing and managed to keep the budmold away as well as the pilferers. 
I actually got two of these yesterday. I got another mason jar of chronic from a different parent. 
This is why I love October. 
Everyone is harvesting those cannabis trees they grew all Summer. Thanks! I love a treat that comes with instructions.

Yesterday I visited some plants I almost killed.

Yesterday I visited some plants I almost killed. They are doing great. My friend asked me to babysit his plants while he took the Fam Damily on vaca.

It was all good in the hood until a spaced my watering missing for a few days. Stuff kept coming up and pushing back our windows to go check the house, water plants and feed fish. After an afternoon gig we raced over to find the plants decimated in the Summer sun.
I flooded them with water daily and tried to work out how I would tell my friend I destroyed his medicine for the year. Then slick as a sneaker full of puppy poo...they rose from oblivion the very next day.
That is amazing. Now they are looking hearty and healthy. Fantastic.

I'm very grateful sacred folk

Aw we were gifted some herbs.

Herbage was bestowed upon us by those loving dreadlocktafarians who like calling us "sacred clowns". I never knew what to call them, they don't do names I guess.
I walked by this several times this morning without noticing it or the cryptic chalk symbol.
Olive doesn't partake it, it's all me mwoohoohooh! nice house warming gift from respected esoteric friends that I never hang out with.
I'm glad they still keep tabs on us.
I first met them in 2005. As one person was destroying my little pot plant another told me of their clan.
They consider gifting the sacred clowns some sacred herbs to be a form of tithing. I speak fluent astrobabble so I was dialed into what they were talking about.
Then one of them approached me (this was in the yard of the Clown House) she gave me a large paper grocery bag. It was full...FULL of giant buds that highly resembled her long dreds. "Here ya go Sacred clown." (Me: My name is Dingo.") They silently split after again asking me not to try and grow outside. I eventually understood that they were protecting the genes of many high end gardens.
So there I was with enough weed to go to prison. I lived in public. My house was on the map of many government agencies due to things like noise, pirate radio, activism, rowdiness and of course 40 foot fireballs. I had to get rid of all that weed or risk everything.
So I set out down Alberta street handing out buds to friends and strangers...like ya do.
We had just did the same thing handing out ice cream when the Alberta co-op's freezer went on the fritz. Good times.
I sure was popular at the Star E Rose that day. As I walked by a florist shop I dumpsterdove a bouquet of flowers.
It was less conspicuous to be the pot fairy if I just handed people a wilted flower with a bud right next to it.
As expected, people really loved that approach.
Then one of my tough guy friends walked by. "Ya wanna flower Ned?" "Wut, I don wan no flower." Look close dude", "Oh Yeah Dingo I would love a flower. "
Luckily we have grown as a nation and for the most part this plant that I use as herbal Ritalin isn't treated as a blight on the community.
Not having to buy green for a while is going to make our moving into new digs a lot easier on the wallet. I'm very grateful sacred folk, Thank you.

hiding in the bush

We are in a lot of backyards doing parties. 

When we play hide and seek I know one common plant to hide behind that no kid ever finds me...the ones their parents probably told them to stay away from. Works a treat.

Clown hides during hide and seek. notebook
by chixland

No longer outlaws.

Congrats to neighbors S. and J. X, who put on special hats to celebrate getting pot cards. They worked their whole lives (blue collar ) dodging pee tests, now they are free to treat the pains and not so painful parts of life as they wish. I asked him how long he was a pot criminal and he said 52 years. Also congrats for him beating Hep-C and hard chemotherapy treatments as well as her new freedom from having her 40 y.o. son move out. The bedroom sanctuary is now the whole crib. OK kids, you can now unbuckle your seat belts and enjoy the rest of the ride. Lucky for them they have a stereo with the height of 70's hip music, a nice house and there are three pot stores within a few blocks of where we live. Been together 15 years I think easily their biggest asset is each other. 

Like what we do? Donation bucket!

  Funny, there are three cannabis clubs within blocks of my crib. The closest one is as busy as the convenience store next to it. I't almost like a plant does cheaply and effectively what the pill companies charge an arm and a leg for. So my whole hoods gone to pot..another feature of our neighborhood is a sewer opening nearby that really stinks all the time. As I came home today I couldn't believe what i was thinking "it finally smells like good shit". So in my neighborhood, remember that if an elderly lady bribes you cookies to move furniture...make sure you don't have anything else to do for the rest of the day.