Garden of Eve

I remember telling my therapist that I was going to start growing and selling weed on my own, and I needed her assistance in making sure I wasn’t  too  crazy. I was burnt out on corporate life, the kids had grown up and moved out, and I desperately needed to make some major life changes. She was a best therapist I ever had. I obtained my medical card and started  growing cannabis  for myself, dispensaries, friends and family. I don’t make a lot of money, about a third of my venture capitalist days, but I  love it. Growing weed is like having a baby — you want to nurture, but not smother; encourage, but don’t stress. The result –  beautiful blossoms  for everyone to enjoy. This garden basement used to store kid toys and house family fun time. There’s a grape juice stain under the thick layer of visqueen covering the old carpeted floor. Heavy duty light rails replace the hook that held kids’ piñatas at birthday parties. Styrofoam and more visqueen cover the basement windows, keepi