agronomic analysis of this high-value crop is such an after-thought as the growing of marijuana evolves into a horticultural-thrill-ride aiding and abetting the progression of these beauties from gawky, spindly branching to thick, voluptuous kolas laden with trichomes oozing with thick, sticky resin.
our farmstand sits on one of the prettiest drives in the golden horseshoe - won't you stop on by?
it was here, in the proverbial waiting room of the almost-dead, i learned of some of the 'crazy' remedies that people with no hope had resorted to and it was here my disgust for the shoddy/fake/hope-in-a-bottle-wildly-promoting-medicinal-herbs that were being pawned off on the desperate was instilled. i vowed then and there to create something real using true plant extracts.
grimsby happens to be the gateway to horticultural paradise: the talent and traditions of its residents combined with the innate beauty of the physical geography provide endless ways to find amusing diversion. sound enticing? well, it all begins when you pocket the shipping fee and pick-up your order right at our farm.
i'll cut to the chase right up front: farmstands provide the most transparent farm-to-consumer experience available. if you get excited about the freshness and bounty that explodes through a farmers market then what you get from a farmstand will blow your mind!
left to rest for a few months in the cool, dark extracts cellar, the highly desirable phytonutrients seep into the solvents and the result is heavily infused extracts ... they are a dark, mystical hue and there is no mistaking the fact that the solvents have changed dramatically and are now heavily impregnated with wonders of the comfrey root.
and then the magic starts to happen ... have you ever seen a chamomile crop dancing in the wind? well, it is a sight to behold! the graceful habit of the plant itself and the lovely colour play of the green, lacy foliage against the cheerful white and yellow flowers blooming extravagantly is chamomile's reward.
many of the people i meet is due to the fact that they have given up on mainstream personal care products and they like the idea of knowing that what they use on their bodies every day is from a trusted source. on one hand it seems crazy that a plant-nerd like myself who finds herself floating around this farm in a state that seems so disconnected from the mainstream, that i have become the 'trusted source' for so many.
the sheer delight and gratitude triggered by our fiercely loyal little clan who show up like a happy swarm at markets each and every week
london, new york, grimsby ... a lot of great stories start in the garden and i think that the best stories keep the garden central to the entire tale. quite frankly, who wants to stray from the delights which can be found in the garden?