Every decision we make, must benefit growers first. That is our promise to you. Our business is to connect the cultivation community and help you grow better.
Whether you have 2 plants or 2000, there is a lot of data floating around your grow. We help you use that data to gain insight into what works and what doesn’t.
Because your trust is important to us, we stay on the cutting edge of security. We are commited to keeping you and your data anonymous and secure.
From your garden or around the world, you can easily manage or check the status of your grow. Securely synced between your phone, tablet and desktop.
The app helps users who are looking to have a tolerance break. It doesn’t matter if it’s a temporary break or a cold turkey. Grounded provides all the tools you need to manage your intake.
Like other apps, Grow With Jane allows its users to share their knowledge. Additionally, you can use the app offline and anonymously, if you wish. It’s no doubt an excellent app to complement your Grobo Starter Kit .
The developers are currently working on getting it back up and running as soon as possible!
It also gives you the freedom to search for different locations and products. You can find all sorts of cannabis dispensaries nearby. You can click on any of these dispensaries that cater to recreational or medical users.
You need to find the best sources, as well as the finest products available in your area. Thankfully, there are cannabis apps that can help point you in the right direction. The question is, with so many cannabis apps for trading, buying, and growing, which ones are worth downloading?
10. Grow With Jane
When it comes to payments, it uses Google payments options, which are secure. As for the reliability of the app’s suggestions, expect it to provide secure and legitimate recommendations.
This is especially helpful during COVID-19 as you may not want to browse an in-store dispensary. This app allows you to see what’s available near you, without having to leave your home.
Unlike becoming the parent of a human, there’s a minimum age requirement — you have to be 21 — to legally become the parent of a recreational-use pot plant (different regulations apply to medical marijuana). And that six-plant limit? That’s per private residence — not resident — which means you can’t legally grow a dozen plants just because you split the rent with a roommate. Which brings me to another wrinkle that factors heavily into who does and doesn’t get to become a pot-plant parent in this fair city. Although not impossible, it’s far easier if you own the place in which you’re living and growing a pot plant. Even if your landlord doesn’t explicitly forbid the on-premises cultivation of cannabis (which he or she legally can), your lease agreement probably won’t cover the sort of modifications you might make to the property in your pursuit of off-the-grid ganja.
I planted my first seed on Oct. 19, 2020, opting for an easy-to-grow strain called Lowryder. Considered one of the first autoflowering strains of marijuana — meaning the plant flowers after a set period of time instead of taking its cue from seasonal light changes — Lowryder is a cross of Cannabis ruderalis, ‘Northern Lights No. 2′ and ‘William’s Wonder’ that yields a compact, indica-heavy plant. Based on the grow guide included in my kit, my plant would be ready to harvest just before Christmas. In a nod to the holiday season timetable, when the first green sprout popped out of the soil a few days later, I nicknamed her Mariah in honor of the chanteuse whose 1994 album “Merry Christmas” seems to flower like clockwork year after year.
When I was a kid, my family had a small farm (so small that it hardly qualified as a farm by Vermont standards) that started with a cow and grew to include a pig, chickens and a flock of sheep that grazed the field beyond our vegetable garden. Only the milk cow, Star, who had come into our family as my brother’s 4-H project, was ever named. We’d been taught from an early age that the rest of the hoofed and clawed creatures around us were livestock (as opposed to pets) and cautioned against forming an emotional bond.
And there’s one last tiny hitch in the homegrown giddyap — and one that’s of particular importance in a city like L.A. where most of us live cheek by jowl: any plants you’re growing must be in a locked space that is not visible to the public.
Then it hit me: In my haste to marry the nostalgic farm-to-table experiences of my Vermont childhood to my love of weed, I’d forgotten the part about not forming an emotional bond and had done exactly that. Even worse, I’d given her a name and imagined a personality for her. By naming her Diana Prince, I’d become less of an urban herb farmer about to get his buzz on and more like the Titan Kronos of Greek mythology about to swallow his offspring.