Dustin’ off the John Deere, building greenhouses, building soil.

Summer is so quiet here. Everywhere else summer seems loud, crowded and sticky. But not here. The mornings are cool, calm and almost too beautiful. They seem otherworldly. Just the chorus of a few crickets and a pink glowing sky. Below are entire fields of sunn hemp cover crop, sitting fully saturated and supple from soakingContinue reading “Dustin’ off the John Deere, building greenhouses, building soil.”