An early time to smoke for me. But I don't have anywhere to go today. My conception of this strain so far—I've had perhaps four .4g joints—has been that it can provide a lift, some stimulation for getting work done but it isn't too strong. It hasn't been a high-deas strain. The first time I smoked it I did a few small tasks around the house; tinkered with something. I've done some writing about its effects but it hasn't really been a rabbit hole/wormhole strain.
I smoked a joint of Clementine twenty minutes ago. It's damp and chilly outside. We are now under the canopy of a rain dome. There was sleet overnight, then a bit of snow that accumulated only in a few spots, e.g. roof valleys.
The Clementine has given me an immediate lift. I've only had one coffee—five hours ago—and one cup of black tea, more recently. The Clem seemed to lend momentum to the tea, and vice versa. I went and fetched a weeding tool; began to do some weeding, my first weeding of the year. I have been a little hungover but still getting a couple things done: replacing a damaged fence board; swiffing some of the basement floor; mixing a new round of bird food; and, putting a tarp over my woodpile and staking it down.
But I didn't feel so hot. I was slow, heavy, achy, and chagrined. The Clem has me feeling as well as I have all day. I never planned to do any weeding but I had been eyeing some dandelions that were coming in, some winter rocket, and other plants I recognized as being weeds but which I can't readily name. There is some Queen Anne's Lace in places, a plant in the carrot family that you don't want to let go to seed but which will grow a few feet tall, offer white flowers, and attract plenty of pollinators. Anything with a decent flower I want to let flower. Weeds of grass, weeds, weed, flowers and flower. That's what this blog is about, after all.
The Clementine is not a lounge vibe strain. You're not going to burn Clementine only to sit down and watch a movie. It would be miscast in that role. It's in the same ballpark as Blue Dream. If cannabis were coffee.
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An early time to smoke for me. But I don't have anywhere to go today. My conception of this strain so far—I've had perhaps four .4g joints—has been that it can provide a lift, some stimulation for getting work done but it isn't too strong. It hasn't been a high-deas strain. The first time I smoked it I did a few small tasks around the house; tinkered with something. I've done some writing about its effects but it hasn't really been a rabbit hole/wormhole strain.
I smoked a joint of Clementine twenty minutes ago. It's damp and chilly outside. We are now under the canopy of a rain dome. There was sleet overnight, then a bit of snow that accumulated only in a few spots, e.g. roof valleys.
The Clementine has given me an immediate lift. I've only had one coffee—five hours ago—and one cup of black tea, more recently. The Clem seemed to lend momentum to the tea, and vice versa. I went and fetched a weeding tool; began to do some weeding, my first weeding of the year. I have been a little hungover but still getting a couple things done: replacing a damaged fence board; swiffing some of the basement floor; mixing a new round of bird food; and, putting a tarp over my woodpile and staking it down.
But I didn't feel so hot. I was slow, heavy, achy, and chagrined. The Clem has me feeling as well as I have all day. I never planned to do any weeding but I had been eyeing some dandelions that were coming in, some winter rocket, and other plants I recognized as being weeds but which I can't readily name. There is some Queen Anne's Lace in places, a plant in the carrot family that you don't want to let go to seed but which will grow a few feet tall, offer white flowers, and attract plenty of pollinators. Anything with a decent flower I want to let flower. Weeds of grass, weeds, weed, flowers and flower. That's what this blog is about, after all.
The Clementine is not a lounge vibe strain. You're not going to burn Clementine only to sit down and watch a movie. It would be miscast in that role. It's in the same ballpark as Blue Dream. If cannabis were coffee...
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Weeds of Grass 