Herbage Magazine Feature

Green Feather

The Hippie Cowboy & The Healer

By James Bridges | Herbage Magazine

Look, there are growers out there. Plenty of them. Brands too. They have shiny logos, slick packaging, the whole circus. Then there are the rare ones who are actually building something that doesn’t evaporate the second the hype dies down. Green Feather is one of those.

Husband and wife. Larry and Tami Simpson. No bullshit empire. Just passion that actually shows up for work every day, discipline that doesn’t bend. I’m inspired to stop bullshitting myself about what this plant can be.

They do it all. Seed to shelf. Grow it. Process it. Sell it in their own dispensary. Somehow, they never sold their soul to get there. The cannabis industry chews up idealists and spits out spreadsheets. Larry and Tami’s story isn’t just rare, it’s a damn miracle to many.

I met them at Harvest Festival, 2024. One of those canna-festival afternoons where the smoke doesn’t settle, it just hangs there like it’s waiting for something cinematic to happen. Music floating across the grounds. Voices piling up. Booths doing their thing.

And then there’s the tee-pee.

Larry sets it up because it’s what he does. He creates a space where the noise stops mattering. I ducked inside, and the whole festival racket dropped away like someone flipped a switch. I had wondered if maybe someone had slipped me too much sauce, however, it was in that moment that I knew I had met someone special.

Larry’s sitting there, calm as hell, pulling on a peace pipe, talking. Not selling. Not performing. Just talking about how the plant listens when you treat it right, about patience that actually means something, about intention that isn’t just a buzzword on a label. No rush. No flex. Just steady. Measured. The air felt thicker, calmer even.

You don’t meet many people who can quiet a room without raising their voice. Larry does it by simply being there, grounded.

Tami moves through the same space with that same centered weight. Warm without being soft. Open without being naive. You talk to her and you don’t feel pitched, you feel seen. Welcomed. Like you’re not just another customer walking through the door. Some people authentically care and you know it when you see it. Tami cares.

First thought that hit me: I could sit here, share that pipe, maybe hit the water later, and talk about real shit for hours. No agenda. Just life.

That impression hasn’t faded. It’s only grown larger.

Larry Simpson is what I call a hippie cowboy. One of the sharpest growers I’ve run across in Oklahoma. Trust me, that’s a crowded field. But the thing that gets you? Zero ego. None.

He drops knowledge like it’s the most natural thing in the world, patient, friendly, inviting questions instead of shutting them down.

The flower? Christ… Structure that holds up. Nose that stops you cold. Integrity you can taste. The kind that reminds you why you smoked in the first place, before the money and the marketing turned it into something else. It’s rather refreshing to find such a gold mine of good medicine.

If Larry’s the craftsman in the dirt, Tami’s the pulse. Holistic healing isn’t a tagline for her. It’s how she breathes. She believes in the plant. Believes in people. Believes cannabis should lift you up, not bleed you dry. Not only cannabis. Tami believes and practices plant medicine in a plethora of instances. I would venture to say there isn’t much in Tami’s own backyard that she doesn’t use for health and wellness purposes.

You feel it the second you talk to her. No chase for the next big trend. No scaling just to scale. She’s in it because she gives a damn.

They’re a mom-and-pop outfit, technically. But they punch like heavyweights. Cowboy Cup wins two years running. Other nods from the industry. In a state drowning in product, that kind of consistency isn’t luck. It’s dialed genetics. Clean processing. Standards that don’t slip.

Fully vertical means they own it. From seed to the hand that hands it over. Accountability baked in. Pride that’s earned, not advertised. Stood behind by a team that performs in the expert setting.

Oklahoma’s cannabis scene is in the thick of it right now. Market shaking itself out. Consolidation eating the weak. Pressure from every angle. This is when you see who’s built on sand and who’s built on rock.

Green Feather is the real deal for this moment. Not screaming. Not corporate. Not chasing volume over everything else. Just steady hands on the wheel. Good flower. Values that hold. A presence in the community. And that tee-pee standing there like a quiet reminder that the roots still matter.

Larry grows like someone who respects his craft down to the bone. Tami leads like someone who actually heals. Together, they’re what this was always supposed to mean. They care, they promote connection, they deliver quality without compromise.

They prove you can stay small, stay passionate, stay human, and still throw down with the best.

That’s the kind of 420 spirit worth raising a glass bong to. Or lighting up. Or just sitting in a tee-pee and letting the world slow down for a minute.