We are always careful to wear gloves during the cannabis harvest, otherwise we can absorb too much of the THC through our skin while handling it
After a tragic household fire when I was a young child I was sent into the heartland of the country to live with my Uncle Matt, a person I had never met before. Matt was a farmer, a devout Christian, and an overall good person. But he was not a parent, and not comfortable with children. Matt did the best he could with me, however let’s just say it wasn’t an ideal childhood. Now that I am an adult, my relationship with Matt has blossomed, and we have become the best of friends. Although Matt is a religious man, he is also a sizable fan of smoking cannabis. He says that cannabis is a gift from God, which is why he grows so much of it on his farm in secret. Once or twice a month I stop by Matt’s farm to hang out with him, and I always ensure to be on-hand when it’s time for a cannabis harvest. Matt doesn’t have a whole field of cannabis plants but he is pretty seasoned at this point, and needs all the help he can get. I drive out for a weekend to assist with the cannabis harvest, and then he gives me a bunch of weed to take home with me. I would delightedly help him for free, however Matt insists on sharing “the spoils of war” from his cannabis plants. We are always careful to wear gloves during the cannabis harvest, otherwise we can absorb too much of the THC through our skin while handling it. That is not as fun as it sounds.