Growing cannabis with my grandson

That signaled a change in our relationship, as much to his credit the boy didn’t ask me to give him marijuana, he asked me to teach him to grow it

My grandson always refers to me as being “old school” as if I had any choice in the matter! When I was a kid, there was only one school for every kid in the area, regardless of age, so I was lucky to have any schooling at all, quite frankly. I’m joking, of course, I understand that he means that I come from a day and age where things were done differently. He used to mean it in a negative way, but recently, after we came to our special understanding, he means it much more reverently. For me being old school means that I grow my own cannabis, something that I have always done. Marijuana is called weed because it is a weed, and it will grow given the most meager of circumstances. When a person wants to tend his cannabis crops, then that person will be rewarded with a bountiful harvest! My grandson told me he has been buying his marijuana from a guy up the road, but was wanting to get a medical card so he could start going to the dispensary. I laughed at that, and told him that my cannabis was as good as any at the dispensary. That signaled a change in our relationship, as much to his credit the boy didn’t ask me to give him marijuana, he asked me to teach him to grow it. I never envisioned tending to the cannabis plants as a bonding experience between me and my grandson, but it has really brought us closer together than ever before.

 

Purple cannabis