Growing up in the greenhouse industry. I’ve seen quite a few operations in various parts of the country.
In most every one there is an older guy, that has been there forever.
Aaron was where I am now. He knew the place like no other. He also knew the employees and was their steadiness in hectic times. He did it all from shoveling coal into the boiler in winter to reglazing glass roofs in summer.
He also was the main grower, especially when the owner was missing a beat. He managed the ridge and side vents, this was before fans, where the air flow was passive. Which also ment he had to be there to lower the ridge vents when a storm came through. Lest the wind do damage to the structure.
He was the daily waterer and weekly pesticide applier.
I am seeing myself, here, as the old timer on staff. The guy that has been in the same facility through three owners.
I’m not sure I’m ready. Sometimes I just wish the greenhouse would fall in on me and there I’d go. I still think of all the times I got on the roofs, sprayed, checked temperature in the night, answered boiler failure alarms.
But I also see where I’m needed, not that anyone else sees. But I’m most likely wrong here.
Sobering I guess, but in a weird way I just want to move on. To a small operation, where I can be just a basic grower.
I feel like I belong where I am too. And I’m needed, does the owner see? I suppose my absence would be a bump. Yet we are all replaceable, right?
I’m to old for midlife crises. ? …….