this Christmas will be the first i don’t walk the halls at night at the greenhouse, nor worry about the heat. its more of an attitudinal shift then anything else. i go to work to live not live to go to work. {ouch that just flys in the face of a movie we watched lat night “Noah dearborn’ simple life” where the enjoyment of work was a life pursuit that gave longevity and purpose.}
this Christmas we were dividing Miscanthus Morning Light 1000 clumps. i ordered a lot but am sure we will sell all. this week we are planting tissue culture of Echinacea, taking cuttings of Coreopsis Moonbeam, root cuttings of stokesea.
its hard for people to grasp what i do. i work in a greenhouse that has nursery as part of its name Creekhill Nursery so most people ask how the poinsettias are doing or do i spend a lot of time out doors landscaping. but that’s ok.
my attitudinal shift i,ll journal about latter.
but what i do at the greenhouse you’ll glimpse now. i walk to work when i can which is a mile and half. while my muscles are warm i go to an area that has a pipe that i can reach and do a couple sets of pull-ups. with that done i walk through all the greenhouses 16 all together. i make sure i greet people with a grand loud GOOD MORNING. that get the desired results of a big smile from all and hopefully a good feeling to be working here.
i circulate through the propagation houses first checking the mist settings and need of the tissue culture and cuttings under the mist lines. i speak to each of the four water-er about the day and field questions about growing….some are are not confident about watering so i spend the day answering and coaching.
the boss comes and has a few questions and comments. actually he does this all day.
i prepare move sheets ..we move plants around from propagation to holding houses, this is a very labor intensive business. and order new flats to be laid out. i look for bugs and diseases and spray for them usually after every one leaves.
Tags: perennial plants
December 23, 2007 at 2:51 am
I miss walking through greenhouses in winter … warm humid air, the smell of soil and vegetation. No one but a greenhouse man (or woman!) knows the experience of walking through a door that leads from ice fringed world to tropical paradise; from death to life!
Enjoy it for me, Joel.
January 12, 2008 at 8:38 am
Thanks for information.
many interesting things
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