One of my first summer jobs was working at Wipledale Farm Greenhouse just up the road. Back then, it was about half the size that it has grown to be, and I had no idea what I was doing in regards to the plants. It was a summer job that I got through word of mouth and being in such a small town, that doesn’t take much. It is one of those jobs that I thoroughly enjoyed, but it was so long ago that I often forget that I worked there.
I remember being excited to go to work on the days that I was scheduled – I used to play store ALL the time when I was a kid, so this part was like a dream come true. The cash register alone was reason to get up in the morning. 🙂 I would go in, tidy up the check-out area (which used to e right inside the first and main greenhouse), get cardboard trays stocked, water all of the plants which was so fun with those commercial sprayers, and check in with the owner by phone to see what else needed to be done. Some days we would do some planting and replanting in the upper greenhouse and other days it was just me in the main greenhouse waiting for customers.
I read a lot that summer because, like any job, there were some days when there might have been one or two customers and all of the todos were checked off. I wish I could remember what all I read – I recall some sort of series I couldn’t seem to put down. What I should have done was go around and read labels so I could’ve learned something…. But then, of course, there were those days that were so slammed and I ended up totally frazzled and almost in tears with the owner on one end the phone, the customer waiting patiently in front of me and then me in the middle not knowing what the heck was going on. It seems that frazzles and tears are a personality trait of mine I just haven’t been able to shake….
I look forward to going up there every spring to get some plants, and then a few times during the summer for flowers or veggies or herbs that I killed off with accidental dehydration (whoops). I enjoy walking around and seeing how the place changed since last season, much less looking at all of the insanely beautiful flowers that are everywhere. My favorites are the Fuschias and these little tiny peach flowers that are so dainty and sweet that I seek out every year. I enjoy chatting with the owner and her silly father if he’s around and catch up with what all of the families are up to. and most importantly, I enjoy supporting such a well-established, family-owned business in our community.
Do you have a go-to spot that you look forward to visiting every Spring for flowers or plants?