THE FARM. Winding up the old service roads, deep into the woods, higher and higher until we reach “The gate”. a significant part of the scene, one or more solid steel beams block the road. nobody may enter and no body leaves without permission, and even then it is all in the boss/supervisors own time, … Continue reading “The Trim Scene” Part2.
Introduction. It feels like a lifetime ago I was nestled “High” up in the Hills of Humboldt County. Days passed with our heads face down into our trim bins. The sound of scissors as they snip away the leaves on those precious Buds, each gram adding to the overall some of one inner greed, unable … Continue reading “The Trim Scene” Part1.