My dad had a mid-life crisis, and sold the business he had been developing since college.
He got a big fat payout and got to leave the rat race, which I totally understand.
What I didn’t understand was him moving us out of the city and way out into the sticks. He bought a huge chunk of land, with a six bedroom, three story ranch house in the middle of farming country, on the edge of a lake. He said he wanted to get back to nature, but the rest of us hated it. That is, until we met our neighbor Pembrose, who was a pot farmer of the highest order. He was sixty eight years old, he told us, and had been cultivating marijuana crops for the last fifty of those years. The fact that we were living next to a high end pot farmer really changed my perspective on living in the country. I don’t just mean because there was an endless source of free cannabis, but he was eager to share his wisdom on growing and cultivating marijuana. He might have been one of the greatest minds in pot farming history, for all I knew, and he was willing to teach me the ropes! I’m not sure that this is the kind of “getting back to nature” my dad had in mind, but after I harvest my first crops I will tell him about how I am learning to grow pot. (Oh, and by the way the guy’s name is not really Pembrose, I would never reveal a pot farmer’s identity on this website!)