Rusty At The Nursery

Sunday, June 13, 2010

It was quite a day at the nursery today. I got started early hoping to get everything set up for the day before Gail arrived. Just after I opened the gates, neighbor Gerry drove in for a chat followed by a van from Maine and two shoppers. They said they had been here last week and were back for more hostas. By now I have forgotten where they live as their last name was Gray which is also a town in Maine, not too far from Naples where I think they said they lived. I'll find out next time as they said they would be back again soon. Regardless, they picked out more hostas and some pots of rosemary and headed home about the same time Mike and Michelle arrived with Rusty, the Jack Russell. Rusty likes to visit as our 5 acre field is fertile ground for a hunting dog who has no fear of woodchucks and likes the speed of a red vole.

Rusty got a good run and as we regrouped under a shade house, he seemed intrigued by the John Deere 320 that we brought down and placed on exhibit yesterday. Mike put Rusty up on the seat and he immediately sniffed out an empty dashboard socket still waiting for a new instrument. Apparently a field mouse had climbed the tractor and entered the engine compartment through the hole and Rusty wanted to pursue it. I finally climbed aboard to slow him down a little and Michelle snapped a few shots of the two of us. I'm especially grateful to Mike for his flawless work rehabbing this old tractor to the point that it runs like a top. I also appreciate having a free hunter visit each weekend to help with rodent control. The fact that Rusty likes the tractor too is a bonus.

As the day progressed there was interest in the Siberian irises. I could really go crazy with these as they are so beautiful. Each bud only blooms for a couple days and many customers won't buy anything that isn't in bloom. This one is Sugar and Cream which has been on the market for some time but sure is an eye catcher. I sold a customer three last night and two people bought them today including friend Eric from Massachusetts by way of his camp in Groton, VT. Eric described winter losses at his camp and these were consistent with what many gardeners have reported to me except that he lost some Lilium canadense too. Usually I remind people that canadense often takes a break for a summer or two but the loss Eric described sounded more like the work of voles or moles to me as his loss was excessive.

Customers were consistent until just after 4 PM so I had more time to weed out some more daylily beds. I am not certain I'll get everything cleaned up before the heavy bloom starts in 2-3 weeks but I am trying. Poor soil really does breed good weeds and getting out a well fertilized dandelion growing in the middle of a clump of three year old daylilies is a challenge. I'll be back to the same task tomorrow morning!

Writing from the mountain above Peacham Pond where tall bearded iris and peonies add beautiful colors to hosta scapes and trollius, sweet williams and spirea blooms, rugosa roses and bachelor buttons, violas and daylilies.

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Small Working Dogs

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

53 degrees here on the mountain. The sky is cloudless as the sun pushes above Peacham Pond and brightens the fields. The morning offers promise but the view out my office window reminds me how many daylilies I have to move. This process has been going on now for a couple years but I guess I shouldn't be surprised that moving over twenty years worth of flowers doesn't happen quickly. I have a new garden prepared but we're in conflict now between planting new arrivals and digging and replanting older collections.

Every weekend morning, Rusty, the Jack Russell, appears at the nursery with his owner Mike. Rusty lives down the road from us but he seems to enjoy the opportunity to visit Vermont Flower Farm and run the five acres of fields and scour the gardens for signs of woodchucks and rodents.

Rusty is a born hunter and is fearless. He doesn't seem to understand his size at all and he is as confident hunting red voles, white footed deer mice or moles as he is digging old woodchucks sporting aged white-haired faces from subterranean burrows. The pictures show Rusty with his Sunday catch of a white footed mouse (click to enlarge). Some gardeners would not approve of having a hunter run the gardens but many of these rodents can take down a nice collection of hostas in a matter of weeks. I don't give second thought to Rusty's abilities and I welcome his arrival each week. He isn't always a successful hunter but he always enjoys a visit and an opportunity to show off his skills.

Some gardeners have big problems with deer and want to resort to a dog for deer control. This needs some thought because wildlife laws in most states have sections that are very specific about how you can use dogs for critter control. Some local laws prohibit dogs running at all so deer control can get you into a double whammy even though you are simply trying to protect what is yours.

The final part about using a dog is the dog-owner combination. Dogs must be well trained and stop what they are doing on command. Rusty is the best trained Jack Russell I have ever seen. He is what you'd want if you wanted a companion and a Chief of Back Yard Rodent Control. But he didn't get there by himself and hours upon hours of training went into him from his early puppy days. The final tought about a dog like Rusty is your personal commitment to the hours it takes to maintain a high energy dog. Mike spends lots of time with Rusty and works off the energy. To leave a hunting dog cooped up in the house is a poor relationship too which is why I state it. Think before you buy as the commitment is no different than a marriage or a child, it lasts a long time.


The sun is encouraging me to grab another coffee and head to the nursery. Stop by if you pass through Marshfield today. I'll be out back planting.


Writing from the mountain above Peacham Pond where the loons are sharing secrets over a morning swim and breakfast and a pair of Cedar Waxwings are sitting in the maple thinking about nest building.

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Supply Chain Helpers

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Quiet here on the mountain after heavy rains last night. Temperature fluctuation has kept me from putting out the rain gauge but it all started about 8:30 when Alex and I returned from a meeting of the Marshfield Historical Society last night At midnight it was still going strong which explains why the birds and animals haven't started moving about.

Retirement is going well. I am working harder than I did a week ago but I am enjoying every bit of it. Gail isn't used to me being around and Alex isn't sure he likes additional assignments and little "hey, can you help me on this?" requests. In time it will work out. Karl the Wonder Dog seems to enjoy me more than anyone but dogs are that way. He receives more trips in the truck, places to go, things to bark at. It's fun!

Yesterday the truck arrived from Montpelier with our potting mix. Although we won't start potting perennials for another couple weeks, our nursery is laid out in a way that certain deliveries have to be accepted and placed just so. We have to be able to get the trucks backed right to where we want to use different products to minimize labor and speed up the planting process for me and Gail and our helpers. So far it is working well.

This year I switched to a different brand mix. These mixes are all a high percentage of peat that is saturated with a wetting agent to hold water in the mix. Then there's perlite and some minor fertilizers. We mix the commercial mix with straight garden soil and then some of the Fafard mix I showed earlier. This is not the mix I would like to make for myself but lacking space for staging all the materials and the labor of mixing everything with the tractor, this is a fine way for a small business to go.

Yesterday we received 100 3.6 cubic foot bales. The driver only had a hand truck and without a pallet jack to lift 24 bales at a time, the job wasn't what I expected--but the price was still right! I had unloaded about 6 bales when my friend Mike appeared, munching on a breakfast sandwich and appearing like a knight, save for overalls and a Jack Russell sidekick named Rusty. Mike is the kind of neighbor who does not need an invitation to work. Two bites of his sandwich and the jacket came off and the bales started moving. That's just how Mike is and I know it will always be like that. We unloaded the truck, I paid the driver and the morning kicked off in high gear.

Mike's dog, Rusty is the best trained Jack Russell I have ever seen. The dog shakes with excitement when he appears at the nursery, a place he visits at least once a week. Jack Russell's are hunters and Rusty is no exception. He hunts for red voles and mice among the pots and he loves his title of Chief of Woodchuck Eradication. This time of year it takes him a little longer to get cranked up in the morning because the woodchucks and other critters have new holes, new entrances and Rusty has to reprogram himself for a morning tour. I often feel guilty seeing a pristine, freshly washed dog come out of hole with a mouth full of dirt and earth tone hair but that's the nature of the breed. This one is a joy he watch although I have to admit that for me it's more fun watching him bounce a ball or balloon in the air or race through a crowd of chickens pushing his ball with his nose.

Rusty is a very obedient dog and as our work finished. Mike called Rusty and put him up on a stack of potting mix. He loved the attention and had a good day. All businesses should be as lucky to have such a well behavior dog as Rusty.


Gail has another pot of coffee ready and it's time to pack up for a day at the nursery. I have tons of chores to do but like an early start on the spring days when the temperature is already 45 degrees. If you are out and about, stop by the nursery and interrupt me for a while. I need to be able to stop and stretch and chat once in a while.

Writing from the mountain above Peacham Pond where the loons are talking over breakfast dives for small fish.

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