Sunshine

As I sit under the warm glow of the HPS lights in my garden, I am taken back to the warm spring day I first placed 14 BB sized seeds in the ground. My thoughts were of a quick harvest of football sized buds. I returned to that secret place every week, carrying water and paper bags of chicken poop. I carefully pulled weeds from around my babies and I added a short chicken wire fence to keep the cottontails and jackrabbits at bay. Then one day about two months after I had planted the seeds I thought “where the hell are the buds?” Had I Messed up so badly that the great goddess of green had forsaken me and my babies? I had to know, and there was only one way. I had to ask “Old Joe."
Old Joe lived down the street from me. He was a biker with a local outlaw club. Now I know your thinking “what does being a biker have to do with the plants." Well I’ll tell you. Joe was the clubs “gardener” so to speak. So I walked down the street to his house to ask him to look at my babies. We talked for a while before he finally said he would take a look.
The next Sunday we headed out to my secret spot. As we walked along the side of the dry creek Joe asked “does your granddad know what your growing on his creek." I really didn’t want to hear that, but I said “Nope, and I would hope you wouldn't say anything to him about it." He promised to keep quite and I knew he would. As we approached the plants I could smell the scent of skunk in the air. We rounded the giant prickly pears and there they were. Tall, lanky and of course, No Buds! I asked him, “whats wrong with them Joe?” he just laughed and crossed the creek towards my babies. As he climbed the other bank he reached into his pocket , taking out a large Buck knife. I thought “ does he see a snake? He grabbed the base of the first plant and swung the knife chopping the plant down. My heart sank as he tossed the plant down the bank. I looked across the ground for a stick. I was going to bash his head. Then I came to my sense’s. I was 120 pounds soaking wet and Joe was a 225 pound outlaw biker with a knife. So I yelled “What the hell are you doing?”
Joe just laughed again as he chopped down more of my babies. I was shocked, I couldn’t move. When he stopped there was only 5 plants left. Joe finally called me up the creek bank. He started my first lesson in growing. He told me how I only wanted the female plants and the buds would come at the end of the growing season.
I learned a lot from Joe over the next few years. The most important thing was that he used the plant for helping his wife deal with the pain caused by her cancer. I had been smoking cannabis for years and never thought of it as medicine. I had so much to learn. So that’s where I started my journey with the plant we all know and love. I knew nothing, But I was lucky to have someone willing to teach me.
You will have the opportunity to learn from us here at the MMGA .We will do everything in our power to help you learn about growing, business models, customer service, and anything else you my need to know. This is the first step . All we ask is that you help guide us, to teach you what we can.