Scene 3: May 15,2013--8:45am

Cruising down the street toward the OSU extension office--classic rock blaring on the radio--our heroine keeps one eye on the highway, the other on her mirrors monitoring plants.

By Linda Workman Smith

We are still in the midst of tornado clean-up but thought I’d better get this posted while it is still semi-fresh in my mind:

Scene 3: May 15, 2013—8:45am

Cruising down the street toward the OSU extension office—classic rock blaring on the radio—our heroine keeps one eye on the highway, the other on her mirrors monitoring plants. Traveling east on MacArthur she engages her right turn signal. As she negotiates the turn onto Acme her eyes take in the tableau before her. It’s like a scene from the old television show, “Wagon Train”, with wagon master Chris Hale—played by John McIntire—shouting, “Get the wagons in a circle.” Vehicles of all shapes and sizes overflow the parking spaces; people are moving to and fro, carrying plants, tools, pushing wheelbarrows and pulling carts. Our heroine spots the wagon masters/co-chairmen of this event, Mike Harrell and Greg Hinkle and is given instructions on where to unload her bounty; she backs her trusty Ranger to chosen spot, opens door, steps out and takes a deep breath…

If not for the forethought and meticulous planning it could have been utter pandemonium. A few days prior, Mike Harrell made and placed tags where each plant would be situated. So instead of chaos, the process of planting was accomplished with minimal confusion. We had a large contingent of master gardeners, as well as many associate members. While some unloaded plants others sorted and delivered to allotted spaces. It was a wondrous occasion for this master gardener to watch the camaraderie as more experienced gardeners gave advice--to the associate gardeners--on how to arrange and plant. Some dug holes as others planted, some trimmed and pruned as others picked up and bagged. Occasionally I’d hear, “There’s water at the chuck wagon. Stay hydrated.”

Plant material was all installed, mulched and watered in; sidewalks were swept, refuse bagged, pictures taken, then someone uttered my favorite phrase, “It’s time to eat!”

Our hospitality chairperson, Gerry Yeisley, had ordered and delivered submarine sandwiches with all the fixings and several of our gardeners brought side dishes and desserts. It was a lovely luncheon—on tables set up under a large magnolia tree—situated on the east side of the extension office grounds.

Under lowering skies--with winds picking up--our president, Wanda Barnett conducted our regular monthly business meeting. At the conclusion of the meeting, I think we all walked a little taller as we went our separate ways, with pride in the accomplishment of a job well done.

Happy gardening,

LWS

MCMGA