In the not-so-distant-past, my mom bought me and David a huge planter which is designed to look like an eccentric one gallon coffee mug. That’s 3.75 liters, Preston. The mug was mostly for David, as my mom knows he is a coffee fiend/connoisseur.
Several days later I was telling a grandmotherly lady, who shall remain nameless, about the mug and how I wanted to grow a coffee plant in it because it would be… you know… ironic or kitsch or funny or some crap like that. Her response was, “No, you know what you should plant in there? Marijuana.” She didn’t say, “Marijuana, haha.” Nope, just “Marijuana.” Period.
Last year said grandmotherly lady was in my house and saw our money tree bonsai, of which she asked, “is this marijuana? It should be closer to the window so it can get better light.”
A gram for Grams? Amazing.
You never can tell about those Grandmotherly types…