Photographers document the ganja-harvesting 'nuns' of California

This series of photographs by Shaughn Crawford and John DuBois gives us a glimpse into the lives of two California 'nuns' who grow weed in their garage for various pot-laced health products. We see the Sisters of the Valley cultivating, harvesting and preparing cannabidiol tinctures, salves, and other goods in their Merced house. What's interesting is they only make their medicine according to moon cycles in accordance with ancient knowledge and traditions.

Although Sister Kate and her apprentice, Sister Darcy, wear habits, the women are not Catholics. They don't follow any sort of traditional religion, but rather see themselves as a spiritual sisterhood devoted to healing the sick — with pot.

"We spend no time on bended knee, but when we make our medicine it's a prayerful environment. It's a prayerful time," Sister Kate said.

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