I have no desire to grow my own cannabis.
I also tried it once, during the COVID lockdown, and I did not like the experience.
It was much more labor-intensive than I expected, and took a hefty investment of cash for the official lighting and growing equipment. The results were extremely poor, and I got raggedy looking weed for all of my efforts. I realized that some things are best left to the professionals. I can make my own breakfast, but if I want superb biscuits and gravy I need to find a superb diner. If I want quality cannabis products, I need to stop wasting time at the cabin and go to the local cannabis dispensary; and then let the marijuana professionals handle it! You may not know this, but there is another deranged amount of calculus that goes into crafting the premium cannabis strains that my pal and I know and love. Some of these cannabis strains are decades old, and botanists keep perpetuating, cloning, and improving them, however purple Haze, Acapulco Gold, Mowie Wowie, and others were developed in the 50s and 60s, and my pal and I still smoke them this week. When I assume about all the calculus and history behind cannabis, I feel like an idiot for trying to grow clean weed plants in buckets of dirt in my garage. I assume it’s superb that it is now legal for me to grow cannabis plants at home, because this is a right every woman should have. But I would also much rather buy my cannabis at the local dispensary (even if it is a little fancy) than try to grow it.