Monday, August 28, 2017
Pocket Park, with Pot
This little pocket park -- if you can call it that -- sits at the top of our street, where it meets West End Lane. There are a couple of trees and a bench, and occasionally I see someone resting there, but honestly it's not a very useful space. It mostly seems to gather rubbish.
The other day Olga and I were walking by and I happened to glance down at the small plant growing at the base of the right-hand tree, behind the bench...
...and I was like, "WAIT a minute! Is that what I think it is?!"
And I think it is. But I am no expert -- it could just be some kind of hemp, I suppose. As of this writing, it's still there. We'll see how long it lasts!
Meanwhile, I found this graffiti near the athletic fields behind the cemetery, not too far away. It's a theme!
I personally haven't smoked pot in decades -- I remember doing it once in the mid-'90s, and before that, a few times in college in the '80s. I liked the buzz OK, but I never enjoyed inhaling that pungent smoke. It just isn't my thing. I'd much rather have a martini.
As I understand it, cannabis, both medical and not, is illegal in the UK. So that's one plant I will not be rescuing!