Up the North Coast the women were figuring out how to live without men. They had a group meeting and decided to continue their intensive vegetable garden with a new twist. With hundreds of medical marijuana dispensaries opening up all over the west coast, they decided they could muster up the cash they needed to begin a large grow operation.
They had already been growing vegetables interspersed with the occasional hemp plant, but now they were ready to get serious about making some money. They put together some information and researched several different techniques before deciding on a plan of action.
Two of the women would keep their outside jobs – one a PE teacher at a local high school and one a waitress and bartender at a local coffee shop. Although they all lived communally sharing cooking, cleaning, and caring for their brood of children, one woman would be in charge of keeping the household organized, doing the grocery shopping, and taking care of the kids after school. The other two women would be in charge of the “Garden.”
They had needed a man for one thing: fertilization. One opted for in vitro, another a turkey baster, and still another had a one night stand with a real dick who signed away his parental rights in exchange for the privilege of balling a lesbian. Three of the women had young children. For this reason they set the grow up a good distance away from their housing cluster.
It was a big endeavor, but they were all committed to it. It took some time to find the clones they were looking for to achieve their proper effects. They decided on separate strains: a Sativa for the creative mental high (High Mochra) that so many people enjoyed, and an Indica for its body high and pain relieving properties (Low Mochra) that were so needed for medical use. This produced a Kush blend that ground up in their “weed only” coffee grinder into a pillow of smoke-able green intoxication.
The women decided that the children would go about growing up without being involved in their mothers’ business, but by the time the two oldest boys reached their teen years, they reviewed their rule and allowed them to help out with the understanding that there would be no tasting of their product until they were fifteen.
The clones were cut and placed into individual containers of liquid growth medium. Once the small white lace-like rootlings appeared, they were planted into four inch pots which after six weeks of hardening under the grow lights would be planted into hundreds of fifteen gallon white plastic buckets where they would stay until they reached maturity.
Ma was in charge of the pruning operation. Armed with her little scissors, she had the artist’s touch… each plant flourishing under the light with the gift of her goddess touch and good will.
They felt protected by the pack of mixed breed dogs they kept roaming the property, the .22 they kept ready and loaded, and the sawed off shotgun they filled with one shot of salt rock and one shot of buckshot.
They carried on like this for some years producing some of the best weed grown on the west coast. Their product gave a combination of a good mental creative high with a physical affect that did not produce the munchies. It became known as Lesbian Weed. “I wish I had some more of that Lesbian Weed right now,” Kristie thought as she glanced at the clock. Two more hours of work and it would be 4:20.
(First published 1/7/13)
