The sun is blazing down upon you, the temperature is 98 degrees Fahrenheit, you would be covered in sweat if it were not at a 5% humidity. The wind does blow occasionally, bringing relief to the stagnant oven like heat that you feel radiating off everything around you. At this point, your vessel, your body is the coolest thing that around you. You can smell the skin you are in burning, its a smell you will never forget. Dare to look upon the horizon and you will surely be blinded by the suns rays. You are hungry, dirty, tired and covered in a sticky residue that smells like you ran over a skunk. This is Ganja growing at its Best. These are the days we Cannabis farmers lie in bed during the Winter dreaming of.
The year starts in Nor-Cal around January if you are planning to get an early start. Greenhouses are the way to go here! This is why we start so early, and we a have a hard time sitting still. Major misconception,.....weed smokers are lazy, well maybe some but not those that cultivate it for you. The day starts early in the morning so to get an early start, we only work until 12 noon at best. By this time it is so hot outside you only desire to find water to relieve the burn. So we do that.
This magical place is called the Yuba River. It is nestled in the valleys of the Sierra Nevada foothills and is snow melt run off from the Lake Tahoe area and surrounding mountains. This is a magical place were fairies train unicorns to fight the evils in this world.
The time rolls around quick enough and its time to head back to the fields were now the temperature is close to 102 degrees Fahrenheit and everything outside is in a state of exhaustion and wilt. Not me though, I just got back from the River. Yah Jah! The works begins again except the rest of thge day is spent relieving anything close to surviving in this heat, which is your beautiful garden of Ganja.
The sun slowly starts to set and it seems there is a glimmer of hope you may get some rest but you have forgotten the most important thing of all, how could you have been so disillusioned as to forget. And right about this time your best pals, your trusted comrades, the best Ganja cultivators in the World descend upon your house and life to celebrate making it through another day of successful Struggling. What a Life. Keep it Coming.