“We were put on this magical planet, not to dominate and consume her, but to care for her and love her. To harrow gently. To harvest gratefully. To build reasonably.”
― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Dog
The greatest form of maturity is at harvest time. This is when we must learn how to reap without complaint if the amounts are small and how to reap without apology if the amounts are big.
As the week rounds out, and the time for harvest rapidly approaches, I have spent some time wandering on our farm. This land has been part of our family since before the Revolutionary War, and there have been many harvests over the years. As I wander over terrace rows that are deep in the woods, or trip over rusted barbed-wire in the ground, I’m reminded that this land has been farmed by my ancestors for quite a while. These terrace rows weren’t built deep in the woods. Those terraces were there out in the open for crop rows. The barbed wire fences weren’t there to keep in a few horses. They were built to contain dairy cows.
When my ancestors moved here in the 1700s, this was the frontier. Farming was not just a way of life, it was necessary for survival. And the harvest was sacred. It was the sign of continuity of the circle of life. Our own farm is now about ready to harvest. Although this crop is not food, it does help people to live better. I get calls all the time from people saying how much our products helped them. That makes this all worthwhile.
In the late 1990s and early 2000s, I worked at a children’s summer camp that had a farming program. Yes, I was “Farmer Grayson.” I taught children about the land. I taught them how the corn they see in the grocery store comes to exist. They even learned where their beef comes from. I spent quite a bit of time in the field by myself, simply weeding the rows with a hoe. There are few things that connect us to nature, and to history more than farming, and it often filled me with a sense of awe when I would look back on the day’s work, and see a thriving garden.
Now, when I walk into the Poplar Creek Farms greenhouse, I feel that same sense of amazement. With little more than sun, water, and nutrients, this greenhouse has produced gigantic plants, with colossal flowers. These flowers are what give us CBD, which will help so many to improve their lives. Isn’t it amazing to think that something so natural, and so simple could do that? No chemistry lab could ever replicate what these plants have made by simply growing, and realizing their potential.
So think of us as we complete this time-honored activity this weekend. The harvest was often a time of coming together. Saturday will be no different, as we bring in people from all over North and South Carolina to assist. I know that at the end of this process we will have some of the best hemp flower in the state of North Carolina. We have poured so much energy and love into these plants, and I believe it shows very clearly.
Thanks to our grower, Jessica, for all of her efforts. She has truly made this grow the best it could possibly be. Our other indoor grows can’t really compare to the quality of this greenhouse grow, and I’m honored and proud to have her as a partner in the farm.
Check back soon to see pictures of our harvest day. It will be a fun one!