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This intro is a story, a simple yet telling tale of how this plant has always had a great effect on people's lives.
Today started as any mundane Saturday in the foothills of the glorious mountains on middle earth. Except today was the start of the acquisition phase of my first grow. As a trip to town requires a 20 mile drive through the hills, I had a plan. The young sire and I were gonna do some man shopping. Lowe's, HHGregg, and the ubiquitous Wal-Mart were all on the schedule.
After acquiring some air pump tubing, 5 gallon buckets, locking door knob, dryer ducting, and a few other odds and ends( all at significant discounts that even the internet's couldn't provide) we departed Lowe's and went to look at a new TV.
After verifying that the researched technical specifications resulted in, well results, we located the unit we shall be seeking permission from the queen to purchase. I must say, this is a far greater task than getting her grace to use the spare bedroom as a farm.
Although our next stop at ye olde wallyworld resulted in a far higher budget than expected, we left with some more goodies for the grow as well as the required ingredients to make breakfast for dinner.
And the return journey through the hills, as innocent as it usually is did not end well, or so I thought.
After completing nearly 19 of our 20 mile drive, the wagen shit it's pants and I dropped an axle. While going up hill, in the snow, loaded with groceries and an 8 year old.
Since the queen of our kingdom likes to pull her own weight, she is currently at work, 30 miles away. As we live in the shire no rescue was possible. But we are men, doing man things.
So, we gathered ourselves, and devised a plan. Well, I devised the plan, young sire sat in the car and ate gummy bears.
I proceeded to load up the 2 5gal buckets with the spoils which could potentially spoil, sealed them up and off we went into the snow, uphill, with the boy in tow.
As I now rest by the wood stove, sipping my coffee, which made the trip home in a bucket ( seriously, we were out of coffee it had to make it home) I reflect on how a simple pleasure saved the day.
If I hadn't decided to grow some weed, the groceries would have stayed in the car and I would have let down the kids, to whom I promised (multiple times on many occasions) breakfast for dinner.
My son may not know why I need those buckets but he knows they saved dinner.
Today started as any mundane Saturday in the foothills of the glorious mountains on middle earth. Except today was the start of the acquisition phase of my first grow. As a trip to town requires a 20 mile drive through the hills, I had a plan. The young sire and I were gonna do some man shopping. Lowe's, HHGregg, and the ubiquitous Wal-Mart were all on the schedule.
After acquiring some air pump tubing, 5 gallon buckets, locking door knob, dryer ducting, and a few other odds and ends( all at significant discounts that even the internet's couldn't provide) we departed Lowe's and went to look at a new TV.
After verifying that the researched technical specifications resulted in, well results, we located the unit we shall be seeking permission from the queen to purchase. I must say, this is a far greater task than getting her grace to use the spare bedroom as a farm.
Although our next stop at ye olde wallyworld resulted in a far higher budget than expected, we left with some more goodies for the grow as well as the required ingredients to make breakfast for dinner.
And the return journey through the hills, as innocent as it usually is did not end well, or so I thought.
After completing nearly 19 of our 20 mile drive, the wagen shit it's pants and I dropped an axle. While going up hill, in the snow, loaded with groceries and an 8 year old.
Since the queen of our kingdom likes to pull her own weight, she is currently at work, 30 miles away. As we live in the shire no rescue was possible. But we are men, doing man things.
So, we gathered ourselves, and devised a plan. Well, I devised the plan, young sire sat in the car and ate gummy bears.
I proceeded to load up the 2 5gal buckets with the spoils which could potentially spoil, sealed them up and off we went into the snow, uphill, with the boy in tow.
As I now rest by the wood stove, sipping my coffee, which made the trip home in a bucket ( seriously, we were out of coffee it had to make it home) I reflect on how a simple pleasure saved the day.
If I hadn't decided to grow some weed, the groceries would have stayed in the car and I would have let down the kids, to whom I promised (multiple times on many occasions) breakfast for dinner.
My son may not know why I need those buckets but he knows they saved dinner.
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and i love breakfast for dinner we do it at least 1 a month your family sounds great man glad to have you here enjoy the site and if you need anything just ask there's a lot smart growers here bro and once agian WELCOME
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