California’s cannabis history is rich, fascinating, and a little mysterious - like most legends. And there’s no better teacher than an old school farmer who’s lived it. “The history of cannabis in Santa Cruz goes much further back than when I was born in ‘71,” says Darren Story, CFO of Coastal Sun Farms. “There was no such thing as the Emerald triangle. It just didn't exist.” That’s because well before the rise of Humboldt, Mendocino and Trinity counties, Santa Cruz wasn’t ju

Bud Farm resides on a hill in Nevada County, in the Sierra Foothills at an elevation of 2,600 feet. Located in Northern California (and not Nevada, as this Cali native learned), this region stays dry and hot most of the year. The rains don’t come until November, and long sunny days make mold and mildew issues less likely, creating the kind of microclimate that cannabis plants - and sativas especially - love. As long as the soil is just right. In 2019, Bud Farm found its dream

The beauty in our fight to normalize marijuana is that we are challenged to infuse every part of our mundane lives with her magic. As we travel deeper into the abyss of 2020, many of us have been forced into silos, unable to physically connect with our elders, and left to wonder: what in God's name is our world coming to? Our isolation has forced us to accept an undeniable universal truth: as above, so below; as within, so without. In other words, what we allow to penetrate o

Whenever you have a conversation with a cannabis grower, inevitably the topic of region comes up. That’s usually because the characteristics of a particular area – the amount of sun exposure it gets, the plants and flowers that thrive in its surroundings – ultimately impact how well the plants grow. It’s easy to forget that the same is true for people. Childhood friends Marley Lovell and Ben Blake credit their upbringings for setting them on the path towards their present liv

Having other plants, fruits and vegetables growing prominently on the farm is central to Heartrock Mountain Farms’ mission of being stewards