I'm a Horticulture major at Clemson University, but I've given myself no designated path. Where a lot of my peers have come from specific farming backgrounds (corn, tobacco, peaches, and the occasional greenhouse family with mums or some such), I didn't. My parents didn't do a thing anywhere close to commercial gardening; my mother did keep a garden with veggies when she could, and it bothers her when she cannot. I grew up knowing that homegrown plants were better than the store. I learned one could grow a good garden while working and taking care of other responsibilities. It was just something someone did, whether they wanted to or not, because it was just part of the house responsibilities.
Well, I learned not many do this, in fact, and a lot of people rarely get the chance to eat homegrown food. I also learned that the soil makes a huge difference and in my attempt to replicate her style here in South Carolina, it's just not the same as fertile southeastern Virginia. I got tired of my ignorance, so I changed majors into Horticulture a year ago.
With that said, I'll continue with this: I have a friend, who I'll likely link to later (when I get the link to her planting blog) that really wanted me to start this with her. I immediately responded with, "Well, if I have time, because of this and that this week.."
That obviously changed, since she suggested it yesterday and I'm here this morning.
I'm 24 and I work weekends at Costco. My husband's been there for what is his third year, but he's graduating with his B.S. in environmental engineering, so he'll (hopefully) move on and get a new job this year. I shall do the same, when the chance permits. This means, though, that we know a lot of weekend regulars. Some are insane. Others are just chatty, and, more often than not, we have a lot of single older folk who just want to toddle around, eat and chat, because - really - that's just a fun way to spend the day.
Most just love the chance to talk and banter with me, and if you know me you know I've rarely got a serious word that presents itself in conversation. I love joking around. One fellow, though, has semi-serious conversations with me -- he's a computer programmer type of guy, working mostly with fixing people's systems and does the occasional business security setup. Yesterday, though, he asked me what my major was, and that sparked my reason for being here this morning.
He explained to me that he has a colonial style house -- one of those rigid, beautiful, very balanced-style houses. I imagined one of those rectangle-shaped houses with the windows that have candles in them, and a modest brick step up onto a small but pretty porch and white columns. I'm probably not far off, considering local architecture.
He continued to explain to me that he HATES rigid, proper, ultra-formal design. This told me right away that he didn't want extreme focal balance, fashionably cut yaupon holly-hedges, a little fountain in the middle as a central focal point with tall evergreen trees and English Ivy as a screen between his house and his not-so-teeny-but-usually-half-naked-crazy-neighbor's house.
So, he wants something pretty, something semi-formal, and something to hide himself from his very overly-confident neighbor. He's friends with two horticulture graduates and a certified arborist, but he still has a fountain of problems.
There's a plot that I'll estimate is about 3'x3' wide and long, but perhaps 4-5' deep, that nothing lives in. He's planted some of the most hardy plants for this area, and they perish. They turn a yellowish-green and die. This tells me their nutrients are locked up; he's been trying this for months. Could be from salting the steps, or dumping a lot of soap-detergents (I doubt that theory, though) or some other nutrient contaminant. At this point, I can't argue with him just digging up that section and replacing it, but no one's told him what to replace it with.
It never once occurred to him to plant some bulbs. This plot is located next to his steps, and lilies grow like weeds down here. He could get a couple favorable colors and go wild with it. Granted, I'm not sure the soil is right for them, either (I told him to check at the extension center -- or tell his friends to do it for him) but he's afraid that there are some things they cannot detect. If the man is deadset against that, then fine, I won't push it. I'd do it, but that's me. He may be correct, for all I know, but I dump soapy laundry water into my back yard and the plants find it to be amazing.
We ended up discussing tree removal, plant inclusion, whether or not Burford Holly could revert to Chinese Holly, which is a nightmare (he doesn't believe me; it can, and it's evil, but you can cut off those parts without any trouble.) He loves Southern Magnolias, wants to justify removing his Willow Oak, so on and so forth. We spoke for hours and he loves my ideas, which weren't hard (in my opinion) but were so far in the other direction for him that he never even considered it. I got him away from Round Up as much as I could and helped him figure out how to remove a shrub that's growing too close to his Japanese Camellia.
It's like he was crying out loudly to me: "BLOG THIS! BLOG IT ALL, CHILD!"
So, I caved. I mean, I am strongly considering a few paths (tissue culture propagation and studies; certified arborist and go into tree care; landscape design; or something to do with integrated pest management, which emphasizes using biological control rather than chemical, as a general way to put it.)
A blog is a great idea to present the various things that go on, and it's well timed. I'm starting a garden out front, and I could keep a log of all the things I've done. It's not been much so far, so it shouldn't be difficult to catch up on here.
I hope to come back soon. I do have multiple exams and things this week, so here's to hoping I don't crawl into the famed academic hole of social-death, never to return, eh?
-Mel
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