And this beauty is a Purple Hindu Kush x Blueberry. 😍
My babies are showing off. This year is my first solo grow without my mama. We did several veg feeds but haven't done any flower feedings yet. We amended the soil with some stuff in the early season and I think it's carrying us. Anywho, very excited to grow quality medicine for myself, family, and friends. 🐒 #monkeytrain
I am so much of me because of her. Her trials and triumphs run through my blood. Her stories are woven into mine. My memories of her and my papa are some of the strongest from my childhood; almost always positive, hopeful, and overflowing with love. She is easily the hardest working person I know, even as we both watch her body age and change. I am grateful to live with her every day and I am blessed to learn from her. All things take time but with enough love it always works out. I love you nana. Thank you for going to the garden with me today. #momshowthistonanalater#seriously#gardening#family#mynana#grateful#multigenerationalliving#iloveyou
Growing stuff is hard. I cry sometimes when stuff dies. I almost pee my pants when something grows to its full potential. I love when people walk through our garden and are in awe that I'm just gonna pull up food and hand it to them. We work hard for this, but there's not really another option for me. I started life farming, I will die farming. #countryqueers#queerswhofarm#enbieswhofarm#womenwhofarm#gardening#marketgarden#cheesin
Keely's second time at the dairy farm has been much more exciting. She's unsure of so many chickens making so many freaky noises, but she l.o.v.e.s the cow cows. She and Millie booped noses and shared head-shakes through the gate. It's only a matter of time before they're frolicking through green pastures together. 🐔🐄🐶 #canecorso#puppy#jerseycow#queerswhofarm
🍃Something happens to me every spring where my heart shakes the cold of winter and I bask in the giddiness of making it out alive. I get romantic and silly, my head in the clouds and my feet in the soil. Feathering through my flesh; irritable and flighty. I mourn my almost lovers and lost friendships, renewing my vowes to the Universe and my honeybee. Reassure myself it's okay that our capacity to love is infinite. My stomach clenches with excitement masked as anxiety, I might not make it through another season like this. Deep breath; plant seeds. One pea, two pea, three. Flowers bloom with time and so will I, the freeze doesn't last forever.