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Ignore-Amus
I get to the swapmeet about 8AM to start setting up. Ed Clark from Lindsey CA., about 60 miles south of Fresno is right ahead of me in the street. He is pulling plants out and stacking the pots on a cart.
Last year he brought about 50 field grown tridents that sold out in two hours mostly due to price. The material was good, but the price was real good. This year I was hoping to buy about 20 or so of them for workshops in the future. He had none.
I asked it he had any tridents, he had only two. The one he was just taking out of the truck. About a two inch trunk and pretty unusual looking, still not what I was looking for in a maple.
The other one I watch for as tree after tree comes out and is loaded on the cart. What was in there, how would it look, was this the Holy Grail of bonsai? More tree out of the trunk and still no glimpse of the charge. Then I catch a glimpse. I see the white wood of the bleached trunk from the harsh central valley heat, the size of the trunk from field growth under his supervision. I need this tree....I want this tree.
It finally comes to the back of the tailgate. I stare at it, take in its unusual charecteristics, he explains about the "knob" and begins to apoligise for it. I tell him don't worry it's not that bad. Yea right...this knob "is" the tree.
I look down and it has a plastic price marker in it. I began to wonder, is this for real. Am I seeing things.
Last year he brought about 50 field grown tridents that sold out in two hours mostly due to price. The material was good, but the price was real good. This year I was hoping to buy about 20 or so of them for workshops in the future. He had none.
I asked it he had any tridents, he had only two. The one he was just taking out of the truck. About a two inch trunk and pretty unusual looking, still not what I was looking for in a maple.
The other one I watch for as tree after tree comes out and is loaded on the cart. What was in there, how would it look, was this the Holy Grail of bonsai? More tree out of the trunk and still no glimpse of the charge. Then I catch a glimpse. I see the white wood of the bleached trunk from the harsh central valley heat, the size of the trunk from field growth under his supervision. I need this tree....I want this tree.
It finally comes to the back of the tailgate. I stare at it, take in its unusual charecteristics, he explains about the "knob" and begins to apoligise for it. I tell him don't worry it's not that bad. Yea right...this knob "is" the tree.
I look down and it has a plastic price marker in it. I began to wonder, is this for real. Am I seeing things.
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