When we moved into this little hippie house in October, our landlord walked us around the property and showed us the property line and the location where the previous tenants had a huge garden. He pointed out an area at the back property where wild Marijuana would grow in the spring. At the back of the property are huge trees in a horseshoe shape surrounding the yard. Behind these large trees is a wide walkway to the side street. The walkway is used by utility and emergency vehicles and must be maintained and mowed by the tenants (us).
When spring arrived in lala land, my friends, warmer weather coaxed us to mow some of the large back lawn and start planning what to do with the back yard. While walking around the back part of the property, Hubby spied some plants that looked familiar to him. Hundreds of plants.
We each carried large trash bags and hand picked every Marijuana plant, pulling the roots. Hubby has been clean and sober for almost eleven years now, but prior to that his drug of choice for over thirty years was this very plant.
Hubby explained that he has an addict mind and a recovery mind. While we picked plants, his addict mind piped up with weird ideas. He said it was the first time he had been in the vicinity of weed for almost eleven years. "As soon as the plants were trashed, the recovery mind laughed at the addict mind and the addict mind shut up."
Part of me is thinking how ironic that a person with Hubby's past would be renting a place that grows a plant that he was addicted to for so many years.
So we aren't having a yard party; we are pulling weed(s). Every time I walk out to the far end of the property I find a couple more plants to pull. Sheesh.