It's not that I express a ruthless
capitalistic bent, but it's true that I will occasionally peddle a
tree for profit when my heart cries out to not do so. The largest of
this, the first or original of that, the last one of
something else... they have appeared on the Buchholz Nursery
sales list and I try to not wince once one is loaded onto the truck
and the back doors are closed. The tree goes off to someone else, and
like with a child leaving home I must adjust to the situation
and adapt to the absence that its departure creates.
Consider the late Mary
Cornish's poem Numbers, where she explains, “Even subtraction
is never loss, just addition somewhere else...”
I like the generosity of numbers.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone:
two pickles, one door to the room,
eight dancers dressed as swans.
I like the domesticity of addition--
add two cups of milk and stir--
the sense of plenty: six plums
on the ground, three more
falling from the tree.
And multiplication's school
of fish times fish,
whose silver bodies breed
beneath the shadow
of a boat.
Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else:
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else's
garden now.
There's an amplitude to long division,
as it opens Chinese take-out
box by paper box,
inside every folded cookie
a new fortune.
And I never fail to be surprised
by the gift of an odd remainder,
footloose at the end:
forty-seven divided by eleven equals four,
with three remaining.
Three boys beyond their mothers' call,
two Italians off to the sea,
one sock that isn't anywhere you look.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone:
two pickles, one door to the room,
eight dancers dressed as swans.
I like the domesticity of addition--
add two cups of milk and stir--
the sense of plenty: six plums
on the ground, three more
falling from the tree.
And multiplication's school
of fish times fish,
whose silver bodies breed
beneath the shadow
of a boat.
Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else:
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else's
garden now.
There's an amplitude to long division,
as it opens Chinese take-out
box by paper box,
inside every folded cookie
a new fortune.
And I never fail to be surprised
by the gift of an odd remainder,
footloose at the end:
forty-seven divided by eleven equals four,
with three remaining.
Three boys beyond their mothers' call,
two Italians off to the sea,
one sock that isn't anywhere you look.
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Acer palmatum 'Corallinum' |
I don't know about the two Italians off
to the sea, but I've always had at least one sock missing. Still, I
don't let the selling-off of my arbor assets paralyze me. Once an
office employee lamented when I announced that x company had
just purchased a favorite tree, “Oh, how could you sell that?
I just love it.” I responded with, “Me too, but I sold it to
finance your next payroll check,” and I probably displayed a
sardonic smirk on my face with the explanation. The tree in question
was an Acer palmatum 'Corallinum' specimen planted just south of the
office, and I got a couple thousand dollars for it. I'm now glad that
it's gone, especially since it was planted too close to the road and
the nearby parking lot. It was always a source of tension for me,
because knucklehead delivery drivers, or my own employees even, might
have backed a truck into it and smashed it to smithereens – such
has occurred elsewhere on the property! In any case I still sort of
possess it – at least digitally – and at least my photographic
memory remains safe from delivery trucks.
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Sequoiadendron giganteum 'Pendulum' |
How could anyone separate himself from
the sage characters depicted above? These three “Weeping Giant
Redwoods” graced the very eastern border of the nursery – the
Beyond Section – along with about 20 others, and as anyone who has
ever grown them knows: no two look alike. But this group of three
seemed to possess a spirit that went beyond that of normal
plant life. When the “hedge” reached 15-20' tall, an Oregon
re-wholesale nursery proposed to buy the lot, which would include
their labor to dig, and with no required guarantee on my part that
the plants would survive. My three friends had begun to change after the year of the photograph anyway, and new growth made them different, like they had no
connection with each other any more. Their spirit had departed and
they became mere trees to harvest, and surely I needed all of the
cash I could get. It took two days for their removal, which also
included the company filling in the craters. I stayed away the entire
time, then sauntered out alone to inspect the grounds the following
Sunday. The buyers had performed as promised, short of one broken
water valve that we had to repair, but I was left feeling empty, like
I hadn't given my old friends enough time to regroup or to form other
connections with each other...to regain their spirit.
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Acer palmatum 'Bloodgood' |
Acer palmatum 'Bloodgood' made its
appearance in Oregon nurseries in the mid-to-late 1970's, and
although no one knows for certain the cultivar's origin, Vertrees in
Japanese Maples suggests that “it appears to have been
cultivated in the United States since well before World War II.” In
any case it quickly became popular and is now the standard by which
other similar cultivars are compared. Catchy name too. I suspect that
it is the cultivar grown in the largest number – whether by rooted
cuttings or by grafting – in the world. Unfortunately it has become
a generic name where its seedling progeny have been offered for sale
to me as 'Bloodgood' “at a good price.” I declined as any
seedling – even if dark red with 'Bloodgood' as the mother tree –
still is not a true 'Bloodgood'.
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Acer palmatum 'Bloodgood' |
The 'Bloodgood' above was the first I
acquired – from a reputable source and originally from Holland. It
grew near the office and displayed a particularly attractive canopy.
A wheeler-dealer middle-man from Oregon saw it and wanted to buy it.
“It's not for sale,” I said. “For $500 he countered?” “Ok
sold.” The only problem was that it was April 25th and
the tree was already in leaf. The buyer said he had experience
digging trees in leaf, and that it should be ok if the rootball was
sufficiently large. So with the money up-front we dug the tree, and
apparently it did survive. I could afford to part with it because I
had developed enough propagation stock from it, and sort of like with
loaves and fishes I could still supply my multitude of customers with
one-year-grafts. At one point, when we were America's preferred
source of maple liners, we produced over 20,000 per year...all
offspring from the one original tree.
Ginkgo biloba 'Jade Butterflies'
In the stead of the harvested
'Bloodgood' I planted a Ginkgo biloba 'Jade Butterflies'. Most
consider it to be dwarf, but mine grew into a vigorous dense cone to
about 16' tall. I didn't want to sell it because of its fantastic
shape, but it was sandwiched between two fast-growing upright maples.
Eventually the two maples – Acer palmatum 'Umegae' and 'Sherwood
Flame' will co-mingle, but I may or may not be around to see it.
'Jade Butterflies' is described by Hillier in his Manual of Trees
and Shrubs (2014) as “A slow-growing, dwarf, male cultivar,
with dense, small, dark green leaves said to resemble butterfly
wings.” Commas [sic] Hillier. It's funny because one of my past
customers for 'Jade Butterflies' described the leaves in his catalog
as being unusually large. The explanation is that he was buying our
vigorous 3-year-old grafts that were housed in a greenhouse with lots
of water and fertilizer, and indeed the leaves were large. The
Hillier description of small leaves is correct; and beware of blind
men describing an elephant. I didn't correct my customer because he
knew that he was smarter than me – the “Oh well: win some, lose
some” guy from a previous blog.
Picea engelmannii 'Snake'
Picea engelmannii 'Snake' is aptly
named and a most bizarre tree. As with the “weeping giant redwood”
no two are alike. I once had one grow to 12' tall (in 6 years) with
absolutely no side branching, and naturally a customer for the
unusual had to buy it. Often 'Snake' can be unattractive as the
narrow branches flop about, and too often the terminal bud will abort
so you're left with a long dead stem after a few years. It is not
really profitable for nursery production because if you cut off a
terminal shoot for scionwood no side branching develops, and again
you have a dead stem. If a tree does occasionally shape up nicely,
however, it is a cinch to sell. Out of a couple of hundred that I
have grown, one tree in particular grew into a full
well-proportioned shape, yet with the wild snakes twisting out and we
named it “Medusa.” We dug the tree and landscaped I nicely in our
booth at the Farwest Nursery Show in Portland, Oregon (about 15 years
ago when the show was still valid). No single tree before or since at
the 40-year-old show was as unique or drew more attention than our
Medusa. Plant people from all over America were amazed that such a
thing could exist. Buchholz Nursery deserved no credit for it of
course; it was nature herself that produced the specimen...and
it just happened to appear at Buchholz Nursery. Ultimately it was
sold, and I can't elaborate further because I can't remember who
bought it.
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Acer palmatum 'Fairy Hair' |
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Acer palmatum 'Fairy Hair' |

Acer palmatum 'Red Cloud'
Acer palmatum 'Fairy Hair' was
discovered at Buchholz Nursery 35 years ago in a seed flat with A. p.
'Scolopendrifolium' as the seed mother. It survived in the flat with
about 100 other germinants because it was located in the corner where
it could get some light. If it had germinated in the middle it would
have been overwhelmed by its rivals. Interestingly, in the opposite
corner of the same flat was a seedling with red linearlobum foliage,
and that eventually became 'Red Cloud'. I was amazed that both trees
survived the pot-up process as they appeared very delicate. The first
chance was taken to propagate from the originals, and after 10 years
we had both cultivars for sale. I don't remember who bought the
original 'Red Cloud', and I didn't really care because its offspring
– on vigorous green rootstock – outgrew the original.
I kept the first 'Fairy Hair' however,
and it was placed for years in GH19 along with the first two
propagules from it. As to be expected, the offspring were at one time
about 4 times the size as the mother tree. Actually the mother was
more of a “bush” than a “tree,” being about 5' tall and 6'
wide, but it had an interesting contorted trunk. About 10 years ago a
maple hobbyist – Sal R. from New Jersey, a retired hockey player
who owned an Audi dealership – fell in love with the mother 'Fairy
Hair', which the day before I never thought I would ever sell. I was
amused by the sight of a smash-bang hockey player so enamoured with
the delicate plant that I agreed to sell it to him. I could see that
he would appreciate it so much. You see: deep down I am really
a softy, and I just want to make people happy, especially maple
enthusiasts.
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Acer palmatum 'Sister Ghost' |
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Acer palmatum 'Sister Ghost' |
Things didn't work out so well for
another Buchholz Nursery discovery and introduction – Acer palmatum
'Sister Ghost'. I mean we grow lots of them now and they sell well,
but the original tree was “never” for sale...but I sold it
anyway. It was a beautiful specimen, and in its glory one spring day
a customer of a few years – the boys from Garden of Eden Nursery
from Puyallup, Washington – fell in love with the original during
their visit. I need cash to operate, and they were so enthused by the
tree that I relented and sold it, and at a low price besides. Again,
I just want to see people happy. Our terms were 30 days, but after 45
days and no payment I grew worried. To make a long (2-year) story
short, I received partial payments every month and then they stopped
altogether, with about $4,000 short of their $8,000 total order. Even
though they paid for half of their 200-tree order, in my mind one
of the trees they didn't pay for was the original 'Sister
Ghost'. I don't know if they still have my tree or if they sold it,
but they will never be forgiven. For me it's personal. Wisely,
however, I will never stop in to “visit” them as things could get
ugly.

Pinus bungeana
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Pinus bungeana 'Silver Ghost' |
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Portland Chinese Garden |
Pinus bungeana was the Holy Grail of
conifers, at least in Oregon when I began my nursery 37 years ago. It
could be grafted onto Pinus strobus as rootstock – a 3-needle onto
a 5-needle – but often the union is not sound. After tossing out a
number of yellow-and-dying rejects I lined out about 25 healthy,
green trees into the Far East section, and I deemed them to be my
piggy bank, the trees that would prosper and finance my children's
college educations. Many times customers would request to buy one or
all, but I refused...waiting for the big payday. I was smug because
no one else on the west coast had any large trees for sale. In the
meantime I used these trees as scion stock and sold a couple thousand
one-year grafts. So, Buchholz was one clever nurseryman, right? Ah,
well...one winter we experienced a severe ice storm and I discovered
how brittle the Chinese species' branches can be. I decided to break
the bank: we dug the trees and put them into expensive wooden boxes,
then we pruned the damaged branches which thinned out the canopies
considerably. I began to sell them one at a time...up to three for
one customer. They actually recovered from the ice beating and the
following year my price increased. When I had only one left the price
was double from the beginning and it was purchased by the new Chinese
Garden in Portland. Now I only grow cultivars of P. bungeana such as
'Silver Ghost' and some of the dwarves and our compact selection
'Temple Gem', and now I sell them all at smaller sizes.
Picea likiangensis
Picea likiangensis is a vigorous
Chinese species and I saw it first-hand near Lijiang, Yunnan. Though
it varies in the wild, the form I saw was neat and conical with short
blue-green needles. Its main ornamental attribute in my opinion are
the beautiful red cones which can appear on young trees. Indeed, one
of the tricks of horticulture is to field-plant likiangensis, then
winter harvest at 4-6' tall. The shock of digging will compel them to
produce cones at the garden center the following spring, and no one
can resist it then. Unfortunately it is only hardy to USDA zone 6 and
most of my market is in colder areas, and a second problem is that no
one can pronounce or remember its name. I discontinued it eventually
because I could just as easily produce hardy spruce where sales were
strong. One winter my one old specimen blew over in a windstorm, but
I didn't propagate from it because I could suffice with a couple of
one-gallon pots in the container area, so it was still on the Ark.
But wrong it turns out – 20 years later I still can't find those
trees. As with a couple of women in my life, my affair with P.
likiangensis has evolved into a bittersweet memory.
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Cryptomeria japonica 'Ryoku gyoku' |
Another plant that “left” the
nursery was Cryptomeria japonica 'Ryoku gyoku', a miniature selection
made by the late Edsal Wood of Oregon, found as a witch's broom on C.
j. 'Tansu'. The cultivar is usually mispelled – even the American
Conifer Society has it incorrectly listed – but the name translates
as “green (jade) ball.” I got my start from Mr. Wood about 20
years ago, and it is now about 14” tall by 18” wide – not
really a “ball,” but a flattened globe. When I say that it “left”
the nursery, I don't mean that I sold it because it's still here. I
had a group of about 20 horticulture students visiting our Display
Garden years ago. As they were milling about I saw from a distance an
older woman reach down and pinch off a portion of my 'Ryoku gyoku'
and put it in her coat pocket. I went to the little bush and I
verified the theft, and later I stood next to her and I could see the
piece poking from her pocket. The Administrator of the horticulture
department was leading the tour, and since she was a friend I didn't
want to make a scene and embarrass her, and I never did tell her
about it. That was about 20 years ago, and what's funny is that the
culprit hag went on to start a nursery, and she actually buys liners
from us now. She doesn't like me at all, she just wants our plants,
and she's always sour because she must pay up front.
I participated on a tour of gardens in
Europe with the American Conifer Society. We were given the following
as encouragement to behave.
We would like to draw your attention to
a “Golden Rule” which should be adhered to by all our guests
participating on any of our tours:
Under no circumstances should cuttings,
seedlings or seeds be taken from any nursery or garden visited,
without prior consent of the owner(s).
In case of non-compliance with this
rule the following may apply:
“Awake, my Muse, bring bell and
book
To curse the hand that cuttings
took.
May every sort of garden pest
His little plot of ground infest.
Let caterpillars, capsid bugs,
Leaf-hoppers, thrips, all sorts of
slugs,
Play havoc with his garden plot,
And a late frost destroy the lot.”
Plants have come and gone in my life
and it has been an interesting and challenging journey. I chose this
career so I shouldn't complain about anything, but I often wonder
what my relationship with trees would be like if commerce was not
attached to it. Less intense, certainly.
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