The mountains of Humboldt County are a buzz with hippies gathering for the harvest. With rains coming, every hipster from miles around gather in little shacks tucked in the woods to snip and clip the precious marijuana, the goddess of the hippy vibe

With my fingers being so sticky that I couldn’t type, the ruminations of this blog have slowed. But here is the fruit of my labor - you can smoke it digitally by scratch-and-sniffing the screen. One of the trials of a hippy farmer is educating the masses. You offer them organic, outdoor, spring-fed, lovingly tended bud and they want indoor chem weed. Little do they know that they are smoking poison. The new market of consumers is very lame. Focusing on nugs that feel like rocks and named things like diesel.

When I grow my 6 plants for personal use, I have one tried and true seed- girl scout cookie. But the seed always has variations, as you can see above, so I give them my own various names - chocolate fluff, sky-high, golden buddha, jumping jacks, toe twister, noggin nugs, flippy-flop, shit face, and tongue-tied, to name a few.

The goddess, Mary Jane, has been taken from the loving hippy hands and now is a prostitute for corporate greed. We still worship her and she still graces us with her high vibes but now she is out in the big world turning on people who used to shun her. Maybe this is a cosmic joke or perhaps a greater calling. So many suffer from anxiety and stress in this crazy world that calming the minds of the masses might just be the way to turn this world around.