My mom used to call hemp a scam. You know the products — CBD pillow sprays, adaptogen teas, infused seltzers that cost $9 and taste like static. She’s the most grounded person I know, and not just because she insists on mowing our entire ranch’s pasture herself in 101-degree Texas heat. While I’m in the garden talking to cherry tomatoes, she’s out there doing the kind of manual labor that would send most people (me) to urgent care , drinking convenience store energy drinks like they’re green