I'm starting this to keep track of things. I've now been growing for a year now. My mom got sick last November and smoking weed would make her feel better. I decided to grow her own stash and it was pretty fun. We both enjoyed watching the girls grow. It help out a little during her struggle but she succomed to the ilness 1 year later. I'm proud that she got to see my first 2 crops and may i say, they were grown with love and pure intent to help my mom.
Now that she is gone don't want to stop growing. I spent endless nights reading up on how to grow wile she was sick. It would take me out of that helpless feeling place and I felt like I was doing "something" to help. It was and still is my escape.
Now that she is gone don't want to stop growing. I spent endless nights reading up on how to grow wile she was sick. It would take me out of that helpless feeling place and I felt like I was doing "something" to help. It was and still is my escape.
