My parents are now near the end of my life but I’m gleeful that they got to see this marijuana cultivation they started come full circle and be accepted by our culture and government.
The term cultivation facility easily tickles me. I am indeed in charge of a cultivation facility. It’s my corporation and my passion. But honestly, I am pot farming and I couldn’t be happier. While I now grow pot legally and am fully licensed, to say that I am a big commercial grow op would be a misrepresentation. No, I am pot farming on a appealing piece of family land that has seen plenty of marijuana cultivation over the decades. My parents were what some might term, hippies. They bought the first small ploy of land with a group of adore minded people and lived communally. They were also some of the first to get into pot farming in this region. However, the reason for maijuana cultivation wasn’t so much to make money. It was so they didn’t have to deal with those who sold cannabis illegally. One grow box became numerous and the rest is history. They did start selling the excess marijuana cultivation to bulk buyers. And that helped fund their ability to purchase more and more land. That land is now a fairly big swath of property. I’m satisfied to have my legal cultivation facility here on this land where it all started. My parents are now near the end of my life but I’m gleeful that they got to see this marijuana cultivation they started come full circle and be accepted by our culture and government. It’s an honor for me to continue the pot farming. The two of us have some of the oldest and most pure cannabis growth in this country. Not too bad for a bunch of deranged hippies just trying to be cheerful and live.