Got up this morning and remembered I had a little BBxNL cross hanging that should be about ready to be bucked up and jarred. Finished that and went to check on a Kush x Northern Lights and found it was also ready for the jars.
I was trimming away, listening to tunes, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a tester of Polar Beary hanging and drying and I just broke into a spontaneous grin. It still brings me such joy to see the fruits of my labour, to savour the results of MY garden, to know that barring catastrophe, there is no reason I should ever want for weed again; to realize that I sometimes now forget about a QP of quality bud hanging in a closet, after decades of running dry and shaking out the last little shreds from the baggie.
To have taken control of this aspect of my life is wonderful. I'm in my 6th year of 24/7/365 perpetual without a break, and feel like I've only begun the journey.
Cheers to all my fellow travelers.