The Green Limo

As the world emerges from quarantine (albeit metaphorical now) I sit skeptical. My house is evolving and I giggle to think that we're at the "clone my weed plant" stage of quarantine. I swear at first it was "learning to soak beans" and the "science of sourdough", but here I am learning the weed laws of Montana and figuring out what to do with these plants in my closet.

The pace that plants grow at is slow and some folks are kind of uncomfortable with it. My hotblooded girlfriend, for example, eyes them with a lusty blade in hand every time. The theory is that cutting them creates a more full, bushy plant with more flowering buds. However, these are my first plants and I prefer to see what happens to them naturally. Thus, the idea of creating clones to experiment with seems like a better option than simply snipping these beautiful babies.

What's cool too is that the other plants in my house are benefitting from the weed experiment as well. Turns out you can purchase bat poop called guano (thanks pet detective) and create a nutrient-rich mixture that plants love. I have some rough-looking ficus that are now popping cute little light green leave off  their once barren branches. It's delightful to see.

My industrious self wants these plants to be the beginning of something bigger and I'm calling that something, Green Limo. Walking around the DNRC here in Missoula I see their grow opp and am struck with the small amount of actual real estate their green houses take up. Production is probably limited by the amount of people available to plant their seedlings, however, knowing how little water it takes to grow weed, the idea of a green house is increasingly intriguing.

A lesson learned from quarantine is that home delivery is the next step for this industry and I have the perfect product in mind. We'll see if I'm at the "commercial grower" phase of quarantine by then.