Since he can’t smoke cannabis in his new location, I bake it into cookies as well as brownies for her.
Once a week I go over to the retirement new home as well as spend a few minutes with Aunt Jo. She has been in my life since I was born, as well as the two of us share a deep bond. When I was a child Jo lived with my parents, as well as spent most of his time in the garden out back. She grew the most attractive vegetables as well as potatoes. Years later I would find out that the garden was a colorful ruse, using it to shield his real crops, the cannabis plants. That was almost forty years ago at this point, as well as yet it is still something that binds us together. She lives in a retirement home, which means cannabis smoking is not allowed anywhere inside or nearby the building. I have taken over his duties as the resident cannabis farmer for the family, and just like his I don’t grow a lot, just enough to keep me as well as the family nice as well as stoned. It was never about selling cannabis, everything Jo grew was either smoked or given away, as well as that is what I do as well. Since he can’t smoke cannabis in his new location, I bake it into cookies as well as brownies for her. She looks forward to my edibles almost as much as my visits to play cards with her. We will have some tea, munch on a few edibles, as well as spend the whole afternoon playing games as well as watching TV. I appreciate Aunt Jo, as well as will forever be grateful to his for teaching me how to grow the best cannabis plants I have ever tasted..