Friday, May 28, 2010

Memories of Iris

I worked for a market gardener at a very young age, crawling along rows of carrots weeding. The rows seemed so long I never thought I would reach the end. My pay was 20¢ per hour, I so badly wanted that new bike my parents couldn't afford.
Since I was an experienced ‘Weeder’ helping Mom weed her flower bed was just an inconvenient chore; One that I hated, after-all! I had that new bike to ride.
My memories of childhood are probably what became en-grained into my soul. Somewhere, between market gardening and chores around the yard, I acquired a love of plant life in general. My mother loved her Iris and without a doubt, that is what attracted me to collect them.
There was a time in my life when I thought I would like to collect all the NORTH AMERICAN DYKES MEDAL AWARD WINNERS
I managed to acquire approximately 18 varieties plus others, that where not award winners. I suddenly realized that Iris take a lot space, a lot of weeding, and a lot of dividing. They also have a very short bloom life and are not good for cut flowers or as pot plants for resale.

Trying to remember the various names was fine until a winter storm blew down and away most of my identifying signs.
Here are a few that are in bloom now.


 My absolute favorite and I don't remember the name.
 Beverly Sills , beautiful in pink.
 Double Purple Satin Falls. Heavy bloomer.
Honky Tonk Blue

Jesse's Song
  Another favorite. Orange Slices.
 Burgundy Red
 Silverado - light blue
Another unnamed.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Mother’s Day, another trip down that dusty road of life.

Mother’s Day is all over, but the week before was an extremely busy time for the flower business. I helped my daughter and her husband with deliveries. Load after load delivered to super markets and garden centers. I was glad to see the week come to an end. The week ended with severe storms on the Saturday.
Of course, that is not the end of the season,just the beginning. I help just during the rush towards Mother’s Day. I prefer my comfort zone of retirement, doing what I want to do when, I want to do it.

It is amazing, the different attitudes that I come in contact with. Some people believe they walk on water, while others couldn’t be nicer and more helpful. I have come to believe it is the store managers that make the difference. One such store refused delivery on the Friday of two trucks that had traveled 2½ hours because they were concerned with the coming weather front. They couldn't phone and say hold the shipment; but they phoned the next day and wanted their shipments sent as soon as possible. There is a lot more to the flower business than just growing. There is the control that is required to avoid confrontation and the overwhelming desire to beat some dipstick manager with in a inch of his useless life.

There are a few more baskets to deliver.

Sample the baskets.

Timing is everything. You need color but not too much.
These turned out perfect, we had lots of favorable comments.

Time to load the truck and head out for another delivery.