Seaweed Changed My Life

Brend Smith was a scrapper, a hustler, but also still kind of lost. He heard that a local shellfish commission was opening up new oyster grounds for the first time in a century. By 20 14, i had grown a blue thumb and learned to read my waters and new ways through oysters. I imagine this is the sweet quiet that inspires poet farmers like wendell perry. Seaweed had changed me.