Awards from the Texas State Master Gardener Conference
At the TX State Conference, April 2018, the Smith County Master Gardeners brought home the following awards.
1st place – Project – From Bulbs To Blooms
1st place – Education – Smith County Master Gardeners at the Library
3rd place – Research – Vegetable Trials at Texas A&M Overton Research and Extension Center
3rd place – Association – Smith County Master Gardener Association
Every Plant Has a Story. You Just Need to Dig.
An interesting story about Greg Grant which appeared in the N.Y. Times
Greg Grant has planted longleaf pines, growing here in a field of goldenrod, on his land in Arcadia, Tex. In a few months he will use a controlled burn to stimulate native grasses and wildflowers while controlling hardwoods and shrubs that compete with the pine. Credit Allison V. Smith for The New York Times
Greg Grant, a horticulturalist and raconteur, is restoring the rural Texas homestead where his family has lived for five generations.
As a matter of habit, Greg Grant leaves his varmint gun at home when he gives a garden tour. But on a late winter Saturday afternoon in Arcadia, Tex., while Mr. Grant was tramping between a stand of native bamboo and a spray of spider lilies, Sonny Boy Desalvo Fontenot caught wind of an armadillo. Sonny Boy, one of Mr. Grant’s four critter dogs, started barking and baying, and Acer, the Jack Russell, joined in. Next, the rat terriers got into it. And the botanical lecture came to a temporary halt.
“We didn’t bring a gun,” Mr. Grant said, as he peered through the woods for the dog pack. “They’re not happy until you’re all involved.” The armadillo — or maybe a skunk? — had worked its way into tree roots above the red clay banks of Grandma’s creek. And the furious barking had persuaded the animal to stay put.
Mr. Grant, 55, has roamed these acres since he was a boy. He is, in fact, the fifth generation of his family to occupy the little house up the hill. He’s the seventh generation to live here in Shelby County, in the piney woods between Dallas and Shreveport, La. And as the area’s pre-eminent horticulturist and de facto natural historian, Mr. Grant knew how to handle a cornered armadillo: walk away.
“You do have long arms,” Mr. Grant said to me. “If you want, you can reach up in there and get it out.”
Rain check on the country hospitality, thanks.
The home gardens that Mr. Grant has been restoring here for the past 30 years leave no room for fussiness. He plants and weeds with a tractor disc and a Bush Hog. He manages invasives, woody brush and weeds with a gas can and a drip torch.
On one hand, the way he gardens is practical. Mr. Grant has been purchasing empty buildings and property up and down the road: He maintains three houses, the church picnic grounds, the derelict town store and the mail cubbies salvaged from the old Arcadia post office. And you can’t manage 50 acres with a hand trowel.
On the other hand, the approach appears to be philosophical. “It’s got to be my grandparents’ landscape,” he said of his garden plan. “It’s got to be able to have raccoons, possums, squirrels, snakes, birds, deer.”
In truth, Mr. Grant rarely encounters problems with deer nibbling his historic tea roses or his vast repository of pass-along bulbs: forgotten jonquils, crinums and narcissus. A deer-proof plant is any specimen surrounded by four barking terriers that live outdoors and off-leash.
An Old-Fashioned Design
In garden design, a name exists for the style of old-fashioned — and proudly unfashionable — landscape that Mr. Grant wants to nurture here. “It’s a farm,” he said.
All of Mr. Grant’s parcels lie along a two-lane farm-to-market road, running south to north. You could walk it in 20 minutes. But this being Texas, we hopped in the truck. Mr. Grant rolled past his second house, white with a pyramidal roof, which previously belonged to Miss Lou, the late shopkeeper. Behind the building lies his next project: 20 acres of longleaf pine savanna. Or the start of it, at least.
Two centuries ago, the longleaf — Pinus palustris— covered 90 million acres of the American Southeast: vast reaches from the Carolinas to East Texas that supported more than 200 bird species. Logging swallowed big swathes of the savanna; cotton and sugar plantations chewed up the leftovers. Today, less than 3 percent of the ecosystem remains.
The longleaf pine, with its tufts of needles, some 18 inches long, looks a little like the bearskin hat worn by the Queen’s Guard, stuck on a teetering rack. Starting a few years back, Mr. Grant transplanted 12,000 trees (“not all of them survived”). Next, he scattered an understory of grasses: little bluestem, big bluestem, splitbeard bluestem, broomsedge bluestem, et cetera. Controlled burns each spring clear out the oaks and hardwoods that predominate everywhere else.
Mr. Grant’s father, Neil, operates a large cattle ranch adjacent to his son’s property. He refers to Mr. Grant’s nearby “pocket prairie” as a “weed patch” and offers the services of his tractor.
“Dad has 1,200 acres,” Mr. Grant said. “He takes forests and turns them into pastures. And I buy pastures and turn them into forest.”
Big Momma’s House marked the next stop on Mr. Grant’s show-and-tell: the dwelling of Mr. Grant’s great-grandparents, where his father played as a child. Mr. Grant hired a carpenter friend to renovate the structure, with its pine clapboard walls and 14-foot ceilings. “Renovating,” to be clear, means “rusticating”: stripping out every architectural element or domestic appliance invented after 1920.
Practically speaking, Mr. Grant said, “My rules were no ‘P’s’ in the house: no plastic, no plywood, no PVC.” Mr. Grant lived at Big Momma’s for a couple of years, and he still comes back daily to shower in the bathroom with the .22-caliber Ruger rifle over the toilet. (“My great-aunt kept a gun there,” he said.)
With its boxy geometry and dogtrot porch — three rooms on one side of the breezeway and two on the other — the folk-style house looks like a collaboration between Donald Judd and Annie Oakley. Mr. Grant said: “Anyone can look at a plantation home and say it’s important to preserve that. And everybody did. But I think darn few people could look at the most rudimentary, simple, vernacular house and say, ‘Those are important and need to be saved.’ And nobody did.”
Back in the truck, Mr. Grant pointed to a tumbledown shack on the west side of the road. (Preservation plan B? Ruins.) This home last belonged to Crazy Larry, he said. “It was my grandmother Ruth’s sister — who died in a car wreck — her husband’s second wife’s son.” Along with being the keeper of the bulbs and buildings no one else wants to claim, Mr. Grant has become the caretaker of half-forgotten names. He estimates that of the 500 people who once occupied the community of Arcadia, he could classify half as kin. (The current population stands at 57.)
Mr. Grant sometimes applies a country term to his background and pastimes: “redneck.” Be that as it may, Mr. Grant has also written six books. His latest, “The Rose Rustlers” (written with William C. Welch and published last fall by Texas A&M University Press), describes the hunt for lost Southern roses, and the effort to repopularize them in Texas gardens.
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