Julia and Sam during harvest PHOTOS PROVIDED BY ASTER FARMS.
Aster Farms’ Unique Terroir Emerges from the Ashes in Wine Country
I’m fortunate to have real farming in my blood from growing up on my family’s Demeter / Bio-dynamic / Organic / Gentleman’s farm in Morris Township, New Jersey. The idea and concept of using soil as an extension of the interactive, living earth with the planets above, pulling the entire thing together in a cohesive and forthright manner, is very personal to me— even though my part in the whole thing was very limited. But the concept of farming cannabis attracts my attention because it’s real. Farming, whatever you are growing is massively hard work. There’s no sleeping-in “because I’m tired” days. No days off. While growing up, my responsibility was to care for a working stable with very demanding horses. Horses eat 24/7. Their stalls need to be cleaned constantly, it’s just what you do. That was my job. School was part of the story, too. It wasn’t easy for me, far from. There’s always a job to do on a farm.