Believe it or not, my dad was the first person who introduced me to marijuana cultivation.
It’s not like he was a big hippie or stoner. Actually, it was a bit of the opposite really. My dad was republican, church going and held a steady job with the same company for forty plus years. Still, he love marijuana and we had a grow room out on our property. It was really just a sort of non descript out building among other out buildings sprinkled across our property. But that grow room was my dad’s pride and joy. While he didn’t advertise the fact that he was pot farming, he wasn’t ashamed of it either. Dad never sold a single bud to anyone. He was into marijuana growing for his own pleasure. However, he made sure that people who were suffering got the cannabis products they needed. I’m now the proud possessor of all of my dad’s pot farming genius and I too maintain that same grow room. But I’m soon going to open a commercial grow op as I have gotten the proper licenses to do so. I want my dad’s legacy of cannabis cultivation to be brought to the people. What my dad was able to do in that little grow room of his all those years turned out to be very, very fine work indeed. I already have orders from cannabis dispensaries because it’s just that good. My only wish was that dad was around to see this leap into commercial grow rooms. I know he’d be proud of the product and I think he’d be pretty proud of me as well.