See marshallsmyth's other pages: gardening-stuff;
Ok, by request, some things about me.
THE BASICS, SORT OF
I started wanting to be a Saxophone player because I have music in my head, all the time, constantly. Free radio. It's built in. I actually am a pretty good Sax player. Played Sax in the army from 1975 to 1978, but instead of staying in the army I enjoy being free minded more.
Meantime, starting before I can really remember, I enjoyed gardening. First with my mother as with many small children. At 4 I grew some gourds and at harvest time performed my first and only federal offense. I tucked a bunch of my gourds in my shirt and put one each into about 50 neighbor's mailboxes. Tampering with the federal mail? That did make a bit of a mostly laughable stir.
Born in Sacratomato California, but Raised in Sonoma County California. My dad was raised on a ranch in Montana. Mom was raised in mostly Minnesota. Her mother was a true Hillbilly from Virginia, though they thought it was Kentucky. True! That's how far up in the hills they were. Didn't know for sure what state they were in. So mom's family was kind of Hillbilly, kind of northern.
I came out mainly Neanderthal.
After the army I went to college at Santa Rosa Junior College, and graduated in 1980. Then I went to Nixon's college, Whittier. I should not have done that. But oh well. I got more than enough credits to graduate there, but they suddenly wanted me to take some class in speech, another 5,000 clam semester, to graduate, and I decided the heck with that noise!
Meantime I was gardening. Dreaming of breeding up new plants. Wanting to recreate some of Luther Burbank's lost varieties. I wanted to be the one to run his place. All these dreams require the modern human mindset. I don't have that.
So it was a series of odd jobs, a new wave girlfriend who used me, and a move to Montana in 1986 to escape from that one. I'm just an ole hippy now.
A special gal to my heart in Montana died, then a few years later another gal, a tough little one, but we are like oil and water, and don't mix. I made fly rods, worked beautifying a ranch, delivered on a 75 mile rural route, cleaned carpets, painted, was a nurses aide, and managed a major salloon. But most of all, I worked at a greenhouse nursery.
There, each year I helped to nearly double the sales of the previous year, and it grew, a lot. Meantime, both my parents died. I miss them. A lot. I moved back to California, but Santa Rosa had grown miserably huge in 21 years. A friend said, move away from there, come up to Lake Pillsbury, there's a place for you up here. So I loaded up, and here I am, since 2008.