On the road

Yesterday, I spoke to about 170 gardeners in Alexandria at the Douglas County garden seminar put on by the master gardeners there. It was a lively group in a very good auditorium.

I hesitate to take speaking engagements over 100 miles from the nursery on the premise that when one gets that far away, the likelihood of gaining customers from speech goes down to about zilch. However, there were many existing customers in the audience, including a couple from Paynesville who comes up at least once or twice per season. (They have a daughter in Crookston, so it isn't that they're driving all the way up north just for plants.) And the rest of the people seemed interested and wanted to have the catalog mailed to them, so perhaps the speech will have some PR benefit after all.

Out of all the people in the audience, I always notice the one crab. I have learned not to hold the crab's crabiness against him or her because perhaps he or she has a migraine headache or has come to the garden seminar to take their mind of some tragedy or the effects of chemotherapy. You just never know. This particular woman seemed to scowl more deeply with my every attempt at humor.

As so often happens, she came up to me afterwards and said she enjoyed the presentation and would like to visit the nursery to buy some willow. So, once again, you can't read the book by the grim cover.

After the speech, I had to leave to head back to Fertile so I could be in Crookston by six p.m. where Joe and I were scheduled to provide the entertainment for the a credit union annual meeting. I originally was to perform that gig on my own, but the credit union people discovered that the old piano at the Eagle's was unplayable, so then the one-man show became Joe and I, and Joe did all the accompaniment work with the guitar. Bailed me out. If I had shown up by myself only to find a piano which didn't work, I would have been up a creek without a paddle.

Two speeches and seven hours on the road was about enough for a day.