My commitment to growing cannabis started…
About 3 weeks after I planted my first seeds.
At the time, I was living in a 2 bedroom apartment
That explicitly prohibited weed.
And I had neighbors.
Nosy neighbors.
The kind of nosey neighbors who ask if everything is alright when they don’t see your dog on your back patio for a few days.
The nosiest.
At 3 weeks, my little plant:
- Was producing full-fledged pot leaves
- About 6" tall in total
- Living on my patio
And I FREAKED out.
As my wife will tell you
I panicked.
My nosey neighbors were going to call the cops.
I was sure of it.
Which left me with 2 options:
1. Kill it.
Call it a fun experiment.
Life goes on.
2. Buy a grow tent.
Just a little one.
Just to see how it feels.
But commit to keeping this plant alive through harvest.
Looking back, it seems like such an obvious choice.
I love this plant, and I’m going to consume it for a long time.
At this point, there’s more reasons to grow it than not.
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What made you commit to the grow?
When did you understand the benefits of growing your own?
