Monday, December 29, 2008

#15 WHO ARE OUR CUSTOMERS AND EMPLOYEES?* (revised 6/10) generation X "the Gen Xers"



Generation X

“The Gen Xers”


This generation are shopping and working in our stores today and it’s a whole new ball game.

They are between the ages of 32 and 47 years.


When you think of Gen Xer’s, think of Addie Loggins, played by Tatum O’Neal in the 1973 Film, Paper Moon.


It is so important to get to know them, as our customers and as our employees, for the future of our industry. Here is an extensive profile of their character, their attitudes and their approach to work.


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This material was gathered and compressed from many sources from many authors, publications and presentations. If you find your words in these profiles, please contact me and I will be happy to attribute your name to the comments.



Gen Xers do not want to be labeled or neatly categorized

They hate to be defined


Nothing is more important to the Gen Xers than relationships

Because they have been deprived of intimacy they value it more highly. They value relationships the most, even though they do not have the skills and ability to have true and meaningful relationships.


Most Xers are the children of Boomers, parents who were so deeply involved with their own "selves"

Their parents were unable to give them their full attention - leaving us alone much of the time.

While both parents got ready for work every morning, Xers made cereal for breakfast and stared at photos of their peers on milk cartons. They are our own MIAs.

The concept of the "latchkey kid" is one that was defined for this generation.


This is also the generation that has spent every other weekend at their other parent’s home. They have seen a profusion of different family relationships, such as "dad’s girlfriend" or "mom’s previous ex-husband"

Friends and peers become surrogate families, as a small number of dependable relationships which are valued highly.

They do not know how to have the very thing the want the most: a relationship.

Xers have largely not been the recipients of much genuine love, and have been brought up in a world that uses people.


It is vital that they have acceptance by a group of people which will validate them.

Today’s young people make decisions on the basis of what it will take to get people to accept them.

They are looking for a safe place, where they can feel important and where they can be loved.

The concept of "safe sex" has been invented for this generation.

Xers are marrying later, but having sex earlier than any previous generation this century.

There is also an unprecedented level of cohabitation before marriage, and of "open marriages" after marriage.

Sex is certainly no longer viewed with the puritan glasses of the Christianized past. Xers expect sex, and hope that will fill the void they feel inside.

They are comfortable with an unprecedented number of different music styles, fashions, and self-expressions,


They have had a lifetime of learning how to fend for themselves


They are the first American generation to lack a common cause.


They are the most racially diverse generations to grow up in human history.


"We trust ourselves, and money - period

They trust hard money because their earliest life experiences taught them that you can’t trust anything else"

They do not only distrust others, but also distrust themselves.


They are pessimistic about the future

They are the first generation who will grow up to earn less than the generation before them,


They care more about today and this week than next year or eternity.


They are looking for an anesthetic to ease the pain, not a cure for their disease.

Virtually every single person in this generation will consider suicide as an option.


Due to divorce, neglect, broken and bad relationships and abuse this generation carries emotional pain.


They will do anything for a few minutes of relief: alcohol, drugs, sex, turning music up, smoking, and many other things are being used as symptomatic relief agents.


Because of their pain, this generation is characterized by anger which is simmering and sitting very near the surface.


Today’s young people are exceptionally cutting and verbally cruel to each other.

They are cynical and often express deep bitterness


For them, it is speed and ecstasy, which are high energy-boosting drugs


"I feel the need, the need for speed".

"It’s better to burn out than fade away".


They are prepared to take many risks to achieve a desired goal.

They are prepared to accept the risk of financial instability in return for the rewards of high-paying jobs


They don’t care about the truthfulness of the answers, but rather about the workableness and applicability of the answers.


They care about giving their lives meaning, and filling the holes in their hearts.They believe that we, as a human race, have tried Christianity and Jesus, and it hasn’t worked.

They are not searching for truth; rather they are searching for meaning.

Xers are very skeptical of what they see on TV

They prefer live broadcasting, which allows them to see things as they are happening, with little time to manipulate it.


They have been called many things - stupid, apathetic, shallow, greedy, angry


This generation loves stories, especially true stories of people’s lives

They are not big on descriptions and adjectives. We want the feelings, the action, the story


Music is their voice.

Young people are giving their lives meaning and expressing that meaning through the story their music tells.

Music is more that a beat or a style it is the language of this generation, it is their very soul and an expression of their feelings.


They have come to expect material things, and are thus seen as very materialistic.


Today’s young people are influenced by cultural trends from all over the world.


They openly explore their spiritual sides, and terms like spiritual, healing and soul are all common.


While they are spiritually oriented, their interest is much broader than the One God of the Bible, and includes Buddhism, Hinduism, and all kinds of New Age philosophy mixed in with remnants of Christianity.


They are good friends and value friendships. They're hungry for someone who will take time to listen, relate in a low-key way, and avoid being preachy. They are open to friendship, but closed to (overt) evangelism.


They do not respond to the same carrots and sticks that motivate its elders.



The workplace


They can be classified as the “Net Generation”

Computers are everywhere


Digital technology is no more intimidating than a toaster


Their parting expression is E-mail or Facebook or Tweet me


Xers have the potential to be the most well equipped workers in the new telecommunications dominated workplace of the next millennium.

They know it, but don't flaunt it

"The only constant is change" They have not only accepted this high level of change, as Boomers before them have done, they actually embrace it and enjoy it. They look for something different each day, and get bored very quickly. They need innovation and are easily attracted by gimmicks.

In business, they would prefer to be in smaller business units, and not be seen as a cog in a machine.


Paying short term dividends is the key to their motivation.


Xers are not willing to embrace the bottom rung of the ladder as a matter of course


Xers have gained the unfair label of "slackers".


They spurn traditional jobs, and seek quick money in short-term relationships with companies.


They have been seen as not having any commitment.


This generation does not commit itself to anything, or, at best, commits itself very slowly and warily.


They favor short-term commitments to small-scale projects with definable objectives and ending dates.


They are more content to try to make a difference on a localized level,


This generation of young people is determined not to be caught in the economic treadmill that they see Boomers on.


Their attitude to work is that it is a necessary evil, which is a means to an end.

The end is "having a life".

The means is "earning money".


They do not have moral boundaries.

Many moral decisions that we take as self-evident, such as the sanctity of life, the value of ownership, etc., are just not understood by this generation.

They really do want someone to give them a road to follow. But they don’t accept just anyone giving them direction.

Xers, by contrast, hold no truck with positional authority at all.

Authority is always earned, never inherited and can never be demanded.

They respect people because of the way that person treats them and because of who that person is.


Position and title are nothing! Person is everything

They are more apt to whine and moan, and yet do nothing at all to change anything. This has earned them the titles of "slackers" and "whiners".

Memo to Generation X from previous generations;

Pull your pants up, turn your hat around, and get a job"

This generation does not need to be taught the rules, it needs to be helped to understand them, and then given the space to learn to apply them for themselves.

Most of them plan well in advance for events.

They are very used to organizing multiple activities into a busy schedule.

In addition to their over-organization, they are also incredibly stressed.

Xers embrace these changes and the technology driving them.

It may be Boomers who are gaining financially out of being the visionaries of the computer age, but it is Xers who are the wizards behind the scenes, making the thing work.

“What looks to some [adults] like a lack of attention in Xers is, rather, a rapid-fire style of interacting with information which comes naturally to us as children of the information revolution"


They have brilliant coping mechanisms for a world overloaded with information.


They have the ability to multitask - to do many things at once, well and the ability to process visual information very rapidly"



77% of Gen Xers say they'd quit in a minute if offered "increased intellectual stimulation"

51% would jump ship for the chance to telecommute.

61% of Gen X women would leave their current jobs if they were offered more flexible hours elsewhere.

The top three things they want in a job

Positive relationships with colleagues

Interesting work

Continuous opportunities for learning


"Recognition scored very low, and power and prestige ranked dead last.

They are looking for two common traits in a company;

The company believes in equality for all employees and second,

The company believes in their employees' desire to get a life outside of work.


Gen Xers are suspicious of hierarchies.

Rank and seniority mean nothing to them.

They want to participate as equals."

They want an interlinking web of relationships in the workplace

No job titles and no bosses.

The authority gets passed around via a system of rotating team leaders.


How companies respond to the Gen X employee


Whole Foods Markets organizes its people into self-managed work teams. Each employee takes turns leading.


At Intuit, workers at all levels, from the mailroom to the CEO's office, are encouraged to take part in new-product development.


Starbucks also has an empowered employee culture. Store employees get to do a lot of decision-making without having to call someone at headquarters."

The firm's policy is that its highest paid employee can earn no more than 10 times the salary of its lowest-paid employee.


Plante & Moran, an accounting and consulting firm has these approaches;


Every new employee starts off with four weeks' annual vacation.

A "PTA" committee -- for "Personal Tightrope Action" -- teaches new parents how to cut back on their work hours (yes, that's right, how to under schedule themselves at the office) in order to spend more time with their families.

Every employee is also eligible for a one-month sabbatical after seven years of service.

The standard workweek is just 35 hours.

A software developer has;

An on-site day care center

It offers employees $300 a month in child care benefits,

It encourages job-sharing and flexible schedules.

The company gives its employees paid time off every month to do volunteer work and six-week sabbaticals every four years.

Gen Xers love this, because they want to make a difference

"There's no absenteeism policy, and no one keeps track of sick days.

The philosophy is, these are all capable people, so let's assume they can behave like adults. Employees respond to that with an unusually high level of commitment.


Myths about Gen Xers

Myth 1: Gen Xers are slackers and don't want to work hard at anything.

Generation Xers like to hang out a lot, to get together with friends and do fun things, but that is during their leisure time

Generation Xers are not afraid to challenge authority. Unlike Baby Boomers who stuck it out at work even if they were unhappy, Gen Xers are very willing to pick up and leave a job if that does not satisfy them.

Generation Xers are looking for peace of mind and leisure time

Myth 2: Members of Generation X do not care about themselves or their future

"Generation X is more environmentally, economically and socially conscious than previous generations,"

Generation X is more health-conscious than previous generations

Generation X cares about their future, exercise, the environment and a healthy body and mind are all ideas that we care about."

Myth 3: Gen Xers hang out in coffee shops all day smoking cigarettes with the post-college blues because they have nothing better to do.

Myth 5 “Gen Xers stay at home longer because their parents believe in a strong sense of family."

Myth 5: Gen Xers are frustrated, hopeless and cynical

"We're frustrated and cynical because of Baby Boomer's censorship and unwillingness to understand what we're all about,"

It is this realism and ability to deal with issues rather than ignore them that creates some uneasiness in Baby Boomers and gives Generation X a bad name.


Tips on How to Deal with Gen Xers in the workplace

When asking Type Xs to work on a problem, ask them for two sets of solutions, one more traditional and one creative. The latter may be too far out, but the stretching exercise is good and could lead to an unexpected answer.


Give Xs praise – more than you would give other employees – and over small things, too. Because of their dependence on parents and their long schoolings, they are used to it and respond better to it than other workers.


Put Xs to work with older people. Xs and “Ward Cleavers” tend to get along famously.


Give your X and impressive title. This seems cynical, and Xs will be the first to make a little joke of it, but it costs nothing and acts as an added incentive to perform well in a job that otherwise might be less glamorous.

Type Xs do not worry about choosing the wrong career and will cheerfully take this threat of job security as an opportunity to leave. Using phraseology like “team spirit” will not cut any mustard with Type Xs. They will immediately suspect someone is out to get something for nothing.

They do not get along with younger members of the Baby Boom Generation

They are accepting of just about everything except narrow-mindedness. They have absolutely zero tolerance for intolerance

Boomers figure a job is what you do to earn money to live. A job is a means not the end.


The conversation reflecting this value best:

Question: Why do you choose to only work four days a week?

Answer: Because they didn't make three days a week available.

If companies say we want an empowered work force

Give Xers the ball and they will run with it

We want a self-directed work force?

These workers have been self directed from a very young age.

We want computer literacy?

Generation X comes out on top

We want flexible employees?

They are the most adaptable workers in the workforce

Xers don't want over-your-shoulder, in-your-face managers who constantly check what they're doing. Perhaps as a result of their latchkey childhood, these young workers are not used to being closely supervised and are remarkably good at working on their own.

They don't want to spend a lot of time talking about things or having meetings. They want to get in, do the work, and move on to the next thing.

Xers want new challenges and the opportunity to build new skills. Training is one of the best motivators. They have a tremendous capacity to process lots of information and concentrate on multiple tasks.

Words for the Xers about the gardening and the industry

Some tuned in garden shop owners have traditional garden statuary decked out in neon colors. This is not your father’s Oldsmobile and definitely not “a place where old ladies shop.”



We have written off the next generation of gardeners as mass-merchandiser shoppers. We gave those uneducated, unappreciative young folks to the big boxes.


I do think gardening lacks a hipness factor, though. Sadly, my young relatives think gardening is pretty lame. These are smart, vibrant, college-going kids who would rather gossip about Paris Hilton than Eliot Coleman. Eliot who?



Even when I was a mere thirty-something, someone said to me, "Aren't you a little young to be a gardener?" Seriously! Blew me away and made me feel like a complete fud.


Those of us who are lucky enough to be able to afford houses (either buying or renting) are working our asses off to afford them. This does leave fewer hours for gardening and everything else--no getting around it.

Have you seen the new housing developments being built? There's often not more than 3 feet between the exterior walls and the property line fences. I mean there's no back yard--zero, zip, nada. And the front yards in these developments often fall under the governance of homeowner’s association rules--no vegetable gardens in those front yards, you can bet.

While my parents, aunts, and uncles all retired between the ages of 50 and 65 and spent even more time in their gardens, there isn't the slightest chance that that will be happening for me. Again, it's about economics.

Almost none of my friends are into gardening and I think most of them would say it's because of lack of time. These are people with jobs, spouses, and children and their calendars do seem filled to the brim. Personally, I would rather spend a peaceful weekend with my kids (if I had kids) messing around in the back yard than frantically driving them from one activity to the next, but I guess that's a matter of choice.

Whereas the boomers, he said, were focused on the environment in their youth, "these kids aren't into the outdoors."


“It’s a simple binary formula: bold colors and wild plants equal rock-and-roll gardens!”


“I think ours is the best-equipped generation ever to do bold things in our gardens. After all, we are a generation that embraces change”


“Can’t we muster a few creative gardens? Are we so removed from our agricultural roots that we’re nonplussed by the green side of the world? Doesn’t the constant buzz of technology make us want to stick our hands, and maybe our heads, in some compost?”


“I think this is mainly because we’re turned off by the old ways of gardening (i.e. gigantic lawns, excessive water use, chemical bombardment, and fussy plants). To me, the traditional American way of gardening seems silly and wasteful and generally out of place; I surmise that other Xer’s must feel the same way”.


“World-renowned landscape architect Steve Martino boils down the genius of his work with bright colored walls and native plants to this same formula: “walls and weeds.” Walls and weeds are a remedy for blandness and a call to action among my slacking peers who seem to be fixated on Victoria’s Secret commercials, Seinfeld reruns, and eBay auctions.”







#14 WHO ARE OUR CUSTOMERS AND EMPLOYEES?* (revised 6/10) "the greatest generation"


Our vanishing "Greatest Generation" customers



The “Greatest Generation”

The gardener gone….


I knew he was back there,

behind the fence,

rustling behind the stacks of peat moss.


He would find the scraggy little shrubs and gently lift them out the pile, holding them up to the sunlight.


To us, they were plants for the dumpster.

For Mr. Miyagi, they were possible.




It was Mr. Miyagi and this family of gardeners and homeowners who put our kids through school and gave us the cash to build and grow and prosper. They were the “greatest generation”, returning from World War II and later the Korean Conflict.



There are less than one in ten of the World War II generation alive today, but we still see them, now and again, walking slowly through our doors to gather a few set onions and a couple of tomato plants.



Now, they are old. They are tired and their knees have given out.



That big summer garden suddenly turned from inviting to discouraging. A few plants, a little bag of soil, a watering can, and a pot are all they need now.





Friday, December 26, 2008

#13 CONVERSATIONS* part four (revised 6/10) "is it all over for them?"

Is it all over for them?




Sarah


Can independent garden stores succeed in America or is it all over for them?



Nick got up from the little yellow table and moved to the coffee pot. He did not drink much coffee these days, but the questions she was starting to ask demanded a fresh cup. He seemed to think deeper after a shot of good black coffee. He could sip a little on it and ponder the answer for a while. He sat down again, putting his hand on the brown notebook, moving it closer to him



Nick


You know, ten years or even five years ago, there was no doubt in my mind that it was finished for the little guy and his garden shop. The families running these places better look hard at selling the land and getting out fast. What I am seeing now is a change which might, just might give them some real hope for a good business that could go on for years ahead. Let me tell you about what I think is happening and some of my reasons why life could be good for them again.

The first big change is the big superstores and their love affair with gardening. The marriage seems to be on the rocks. I think some big shot behind the shiny corporate desk in New York City has been looking at the numbers and she is not happy. The garden shops of Home Depot and Lowe’s are looking pretty bleak these days. When they were high balling in the eighties and nineties, those places were crisp and exciting and full of great plants and products. The employees had a fair amount of knowledge of gardening, the prices were shamefully low and the parking lots were full.

But they took their eyes off the ball. Now those stores are shop worn and tattered at the edges. The employees often are one or two kids with rings in their noses and an old man who have been pushed into that department as some sort of punishment. The lumber stacks that are always near the garden area are moving closer and closer squeezing into the plant displays and the change over to all lumber stacks in that area in the off season gets shorter each year.

The gardeners have been slowly watching these big boy places go to pieces each season when they pull up to the entrance. Yeah, they will always make the rounds to these stores, but their excitement is gone for filling the car with big boy stuff. No, I think the love is gone for the bigs and gardening. The turn of dollars for each square foot is king and gardening is not cutting it any longer. I don’t see it coming back for them.

Another reason is that this whole “shop and buy local” thing is sweeping the country. If you put that together with all the hype for gardeners and homeowners to “go natural” for the environment, an independent garden shop, always there sitting in those towns , could be a nice welcome mat for these shoppers. The owners of these stores are going to need answers on how to “go green”, what works and was doesn’t work. Gardeners, sure as hell, are not going to get them from the kid with the ring in his nose!

Gardeners and homeowners are getting a little suspicious about the trees and shrubs shipped into their towns from thousands of miles away. They are thinking about locally grown a lot these days.

Nick squeezed on the notebook as he talked


I don’t believe that the independent garden stores can operate like they used to in the old days. It will take a lot of thinking and planning for a garden store to make it.

I do believe that they can have a going business again that can be a pleasure to work and a lot of coin can be made.

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"Return to the Clan"


"I have been worrying these days about how my little garden store can survive these terrible economic times in America. We all pulled together some years back and weathered the storm of the big stores all around us almost giving plants away. But now this collapse is probably going to be much tougher.


But then, I am also wondering if this awful recession could be a new beginning for my store instead of hanging out a 'going out of business' sign. Are we crossing into a new era of a 'return to the clan' for the American consumer?


This might be the turning point where 'community' is the central theme; when people who live and work together support each other like no other time in recent history.


Perhaps they have grown tired of or simply cannot afford to accept products that fail with no solutions from the faceless and nameless. Maybe people are finally frustrated with unanswered questions and hours on the telephone seeking relief from far away places.


Will they return when they can to their communities for the comfort of knowing that 'locally purchased, locally fixed' is a wise investment?


There is no better pathway to success for the gardener than the little plant place in their communities. We know plants and plant care. We can help them be successful. We are, as Malcolm Gladwell points to in his book 'The Outliers'. We have the 10,000 hours of practice of plant care that separates the average from the experts in our field.


We have beat this drum of 'expert knowledge' and 'proven plants' for many seasons and it really has not stopped the long lines from forming at the big corporate garden departments.


Could this economic tragedy in America move those gardeners back to a community place where they feel safe and secure about their choices?"


Time will tell.


Sharon Hasbro

Garden Store Owner

New Mexico


#12 COMMENTS* (revised 6/10) " the cardboard sign"






Nick Hudson remembers the old days when all the family got out there each spring to sell trees and shrubs. The handshake was the contract. The cash register was the pocket.



It was a sunny warm July day on a busy street in Spokane, Washington. Two empty wooden apple boxes rested on the sidewalk. The words were scrawled on a piece of cardboard nailed to the boxes;


CLOSED

everything is gone

open next year
thanks



Frank Denardo and his family had been on this street corner for forty years. Frank opened the place as a fruit stand in the late forties. His son, Frank, Jr. who grew up in the business had the place now. Now, Jr's sons, Louie and Donovan and their kids help with the spring planting craziness.

Frank Sr. would come down each May morning, sit in his chair, bang his cane on the floor and bellow out to his grand kids that the plants were dry or the weeds needed pulling. That's about all the old man could do anymore.

The fruit stand had not changed much. On frosty March mornings, when the Denardos were unloading the trucks, the oil barrel stove popped and whistled with hand split chunks of dry tamarack wood. When the heat of July came, they would roll up all the big garage doors. Now that they quit selling fresh fruit, that didn't matter anymore. the place was locked up before the hot months.

Old Frank and Jr. got into this big fight over the fruit a couple of years ago, throwing old crates at each other. “God damned it boy, you are going to ruin this place", the old man would shout. The kid finally convinced his Dad that selling fruit was just “trading dollars”. It was too much work to come home with nothing but a lot of aching bones.

Old Frank knew it but he just couldn't stand the thought of not selling boxes of fresh cots and peaches from the orchards of the Yakima valley. He had made a lot of friends over the years in those places. He belonged there, sampling the cherries as they came off the trees, taking a little “nip” now and then with the farmers as they walked the rows.

There was a new generation in Spokane. Nobody canned anymore. Old Frank raised his kids on those tree ripened Bartlett Pears. A few grey haired ladies buying a couple of Gravenstein Apples would not get his boys and the grand kids through the cold Spokane winters.


Jr. saw that the money was in shrubs and trees and flowers. When his sons unlocked the gate for the first time in March, Moms and their kids would swarmed the place gathering up all the blooming primroses and pansies leaving the wooden racks bare.

Young Frank set a little table up in the old fruit cooler with a bunch of cut butcher paper and some crayons. He got Donovan’s little girls to draw the letters and the prices. “Pansies 69 cents” and pin them near the flats of flowers.

Oh yeah, Young Frank knew what they wanted. When he would load up at the greenhouses at dawn, he would piss the growers off by demanding “everything in color”. Color is what emptied his racks every day. Color is what his customers wanted.

Frank Jr. and his two uncles drove the trucks each spring. The three of them would sit around the kitchen table as the sun dropped low over the shrub farmer's fields in Oregon. They would tear off chunks of Italian Ciabatta bread and throw hundred dollar bills until the farmer finished dressing his piece with warm garlic butter. He took a bite, look up at the pile and grunt “that’s enough”. The field of three thousand evergreens was theirs to dig, load and drive them home.

Sometimes the farmer would bring out the book, the printed price list for his evergreens. Jr. would say “if you bring out the book, I’m outta here”. Frank Jr. liked the way his old man did it with hundred dollar bills over the laughter of the Italian farmer and his family and the sweet aroma of fresh pasta and sauce. Jr. stayed until the last evergreen was packed neatly in the trucks.

The uncles drove the four hundred miles to Spokane, unloaded and turned the truck around for Oregon again, “watchin the white lines” mile after mile until it the season ended. There were no displays or signs. They just opened the doors and sold them right out of the truck until the last evergreen was gone.

Each season, it ended and fast as it began. The flowers were tucked into the customer's flower boxes; the shrubs were planted in their beds. The last car drove out of their gate. Old Frank and Jr. turned off the lights, locked the door and pinned the cardboard sign to the apple boxes.


CLOSED
everything is gone
open next year
thanks

Monday, December 22, 2008

#11 CONVERSATIONS*/ part three (revised 6/10 ) "dumbing down"


Dumbing Down





Sarah


Where did all the gardeners get their plants after those little garden stores vanished?


Nick:


Since many of the old guard garden store owners have vanished or died, it has been tough for gardeners to find quality and variety of plants in America. I mean not just the “gardening snobs” who want exotic varieties. It was the homeowner, who for twenty- five years, planted lemon drop marigolds in the same place along her front sidewalk. It was the guy who filled his planter boxes with double ruffled California Giants Petunias because the perfume of that variety moved through his house on warm nights.


It began to fall apart when the big superstores stores started “dumbing down” the choices. The big guys told the growers what selection they would sell and that was not much. Gone were the large flowered cutting geraniums, replaced by the cheesy “seed” geraniums. Gone were the huge flowering petunias and replaced by dinky flowers, with only one or two colors, even at that. Forget about the massive displays of garden seeds. A rose bush selection? Nada. You had your choice of two colors of some stupid “easy maintenance” rose bush that had as much character as a box of rocks.


Gardeners who were accustomed to a favorite color or variety had to put up with all of this and fit the choices they were offered. What was staring the gardener in the face were hundreds of flats of nothing. Buy what they had or don’t plant. So the growers threw out the plants they had always grown to please the big boys and lemon drop marigolds were kicked to the ground. It was a viscous cycle. The big stores dumbed down the selections. The gardeners were forced to dumb down and the new gardeners and homeowners did not know any better than to be dumbed down.


It just wasn’t just the puny selection of plants; they were just plain crappy plants. The big stores were always hammering on the growers to lower their prices, so the growers would pull the plants off the growing benches too fast offering plants with no roots and a lot of dirt in the pots.



The selling of plants and plant care products, like so many other products has all come to "Gresham's Law"; the bad drives out the good.


A good quality plant may take "bench time" of six weeks to be reliable to grow and thrive in the garden. But growers became squeezed by the big boys to cut the price. So they pulled those plants off the bench quicker.


Very soon, the plants with only three weeks on the bench, those weak rooted, horrible little things became the standard. A sturdy plant will a full six weeks bench time and the cost that goes with that time were simply ignored by the gardener as "too expensive", even though the weak ones may have to be purchased and planted twice to get the same results!



Some gardeners started working the internet for plants. But, as was the case with the old time country cousin of the Internet, the mail order catalogue, what you saw on that screen was disappointing when it hit your doorstep. The pictures looked great but the little box contained dried out things not worth putting a trowel into the ground. And it was pretty hard to shove a bit maple tree into a mail box!


Some gardeners ventured to the back yard hobby growers and there were garden clubs that swapped plants. Maybe, a trade show would be near the gardeners and they could find a few plants for sale in the displays after the show was over.


All that was left was to drive miles and miles to a garden center that was still standing, or hope that luck would come your way at a local farmers market where some rogue hippie was keeping those varieties alive.


The whole thing was discouraging after the little garden store was bulldozed for a Taco Bell.



#10 COMMENTS* (revised 6/10) "the big boys were not all bad"


The big boys were not all bad



“What the K-marts, the Home Depots, and the Wal-marts did for the small independent garden stores was not all bad. They still are all lowlife scoundrels!

When they jumped in during the late seventy’s, gardening was starting to boom. Lots of homeowners got their first taste of gardening because of the big ads and the glitz of these store presentations.

For the small garden store owners, life got better for a while because of them. Gone were the days when the owner had to jump in a truck every couple of days, drive to a greenhouse and hand pick all the plants for his store. The big boys insisted that the plants be delivered to them.

The big boys made the growers bring their plants on portable racks for easy movement. Heck, before the big stores, We, often, had to drive to the guy's greenhouse, gather, move, and bring the stuff back. A van full of eighty flats of plants took six hours. After the greenhouses and growers were forced to modernize, buy trucks and moving racks, Thanks to the big boys, It now takes 20 minutes to get those eighty flats!

They would not accept plants that were not color tagged with information. Before these changes, you sometimes were lucky to get one hand written plant tag in each flat. These stores also required that the pots, paks and flats be bar coded for quick checkout.

And no more just shoving trees and shrubs into any old rusty can. All the pots had to be good looking for their customers. And another thing, since these big store employees knew jack nothing about the garden bug sprays, they forced the manufacturers to produce “ready to use” stuff that any idiot could sell.

The big stores were bright and clean and well stocked and that cleaned up the little garden stores that had to compete. These standards raised the bar for all garden stores in the United States. I don't know. If I had my choice of a Home Depot or a rusty can, you know what I would pick!"

Mel Anthony
Bismarck, North Dakota




The cold frames


“The weathered white panel van rumbled along the twenty miles of highway each day toward the cold frames.


They loomed in front of me, as the mist lifted high into the hills above, wooden coffins casing morning shadows across the valley floor. They were ninety-eight in two rows, one hundred feet long, ten feet wide and three feet deep, with a gravel road between the two blocks of frames.

Tiny figures in the distance were lifting off the battered wooden tops, letting the morning sun warm the plants beneath. When they finished opening the frames, after the lunch bell, they started all over again, putting the tops back on before the night frost settled on the tiny seedlings. It was all day every day until all the plants were gone from the frames.

Inside the frames were rusted warm pipes that snaked back to an old boiler in the shed nearby. Resting above the pipes, kept warm and ready, were twelve million flowers ready to complete the gardeners journey for their perfect colored spring palette.


Each morning, I would park the old dented van on the road exactly half way into the blocks of frames. Opening the back rear doors wide, I dropped all the worn plywood pieces and two-by four supports to the gravel and built the first platform deep in the van for the plants. With all the boards and supports in place, the old girl would hold eighty flats of flowers. It was silent out there with the stillness broken only with the crack of the cold frame tops slapping down against rocks and gravel.

I walked down the frames looking for special plants for my garden store. They were nested in neat rows in the frames. I swung my leg over the frame wall and lifted my other leg over. I grabbed two flats of flowers with each hand, hopped back over the frame wall and carried the plants back down the cold frame row to the road way.

Two by two, I gathered the flats walking each time back and forth along the length of the hundred foot frames until I had the eighty flats for the van. With all the flowers lining the roadway, I drove along the gravel, picking each flat up again, sliding the plants onto my shelves of plywood and two by fours. Five hours will have passed looking, lifting, carrying and loading.


As the afternoon faded, the van moved out of the valley, away for the frames and onto the highway, returning again and again each morning for my gardeners.”