Hitting on all cylinders

Today, it felt like the nursery was fully functioning. It was a beautiful day, so everybody was upbeat.

A summary: With Mom overseeing the greenhouse activity, Orpha and Lyla transplanted seedlings in the shop. Sharon potted the canna bulbs, which wintered particularly well this year, while Dale divided grasses clumps and potted up the resulting plugs.

Ken worked furiously on getting the next greenhouse ready to open. That means fixing the holes in the plastic and getting another furnace cranked up. Shannon worked on fixing the greenhouse vent fans, which were unexpectedly needed due to the balmy weather yesterday. Renato, a Brazilian on his first day of work, moved trays of plants into the newly opened greenhouse.

In the office, Dot worked on getting the gift shop ready. Cindy worked on the books. Joe answered the phone and worked on ordering more trees and shrubs. And Donna worked all day seeding the next trays of annuals and vegetables.

In the bare root, Dad trimmed and labeled apple trees. Once school let out, he was joined by Cory and Tim.

I think that is everybody. It is good to have the yard full of cars.

I ran errands. One of the fan motors needed to go to Mahnomen for fixing, so I timed the trip so I could eat the noon meal at the Red Apple Cafe, always a treat. I took the camera along, since a big fog rolled in about 11 a.m., but no compelling scenes appeared.

To offset the expenditure, we had $48.17 of income. That came when the county seed inspector came and purchased some packets of garden seeds to be sent in for testing. Hardly a legitimate customer. For that, we wait a few more weeks.

THIS TIME OF year, our diets take a turn for the freezer. The Schwan man showed up at the nursery today, and he did big business. I was just arriving back from town when I met him pulling out of the drive. I waved at him, but he drove around me. I turned on a dime and honked. I drove on the grass and pulled up beside him at the top of the drive. And still he wouldn't stop. Finally, I did a maneuver from a cop chase scene and got him to stop in the middle of highway.

Turns out, he had already gotten a big order of what Joe thought I might like. He read it off to me. I said it sounded fine, and let him go.

Schwan must have trouble keeping guys on these rural routes. We get a new driver every couple of weeks. I guess the coveted routes are those in the suburbs where there is a house every few feet. Those guys make big bucks. But out here in the country, you have long drives and then the people might not be home when you finally do find a home to visit.