A wild patch of marijuana on my land

Lack of weed makes people do crazy things. I guess that it isn’t addictive savor nicotine, tough drugs, or booze, however there is still a mental adjustment to be made when you go from smoking every morning to going separate from. I suppose the last couple of years of COVID and intermittent lockdowns have disrupted a lot of supply chains across the country. Many people had to go separate from for a while, thankfully I was not one of them. I was planning ahead for a calamity, so I have a small stash of cannabis plants deep in my property, for the same reason I keep a supply of bottled water and canned food, I always have some wild cannabis plants, for the morning the dispensary closes down. Marijuana is called weed for a reason, because it will thrive under extreme conditions if given a chance, bear in mind, this is not Blue Dream or Purple Haze I am talking about here, it is what is commonly known as “ditch weed” “crab shrubbery” or “regs” around here. This kind of marijuana is not much more potent than smoking a cigar, however it tastes a lot better than a cigar! When I have my druthers then both of us get my stuff from the cannabis dispensary, even though I always make sure my wild patch is going strong. It’s the cannabis I am saving for a rainy morning, so to speak, although by :”rainy morning” in this case I mean pandemic or collapse of humanity. If humanity falls, then getting high will be more important than ever.

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