This is Ginkgo, Ginkgo is the Sunshine Gardens' newest, tiniest, and certainly cutest, team member. I started working there two
Home is Where the Heart Aches
I cannot wait to say, my life is so much better. I cannot wait to say, I should have done this all along. I cannot wait to say, what on earth kept me from this pleasure?
Sea of Green
I work with cannabis. It is how I earn my money, it is how I make my living. I work with it in all stages, from farm to bowl, so to speak. That includes growing it, processing it, and distributing it.
Beneath My Branches
My branches, stretch to the heavens, My roots reach for the heart of the earth. I have stood in this grove for nearly half of a century.
Sheriff Floyd Oakley stood at the edge of the old mill pond. Poking at slushy ice with the toe of his boot. The ice had only started to melt over the east half of the pond, the half that got the most sunlight during the mid part of the day.
Green Light Means Run as Fast as You Can
Rex painted all of his flashlights green. All of his lanterns too, just like the light bulb on the back porch. He had this crazy idea that it helped the plants grow uninterrupted.
What Went Down Behind the Bull Pen
Twelve year old Michael Horne tenuously leaned against the huge wooden corral, keeping a cautious eye on the massive beast it contained. The bull, heaving its colossal head with inimitable ferocity, kicked and bucked in circles around his pen. Blowing dust off the ground with each great snort, making it appear as if smoke poured from his nostrils as depicted in cartoons.
Somewhere Beneath the Marigolds
Betty Horne turned the rich black soil thoroughly over with a hand rake. The kids ran past her laughing. Dot shrieking with excitement at the top of her lungs over the chasing game she played with her older brothers.