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I walked into Blaine Oatman’s greenhouse and my world was forever changed. Outside it was blowing and cold, even for March; inside it felt like a warm June morning. All around me the smell of plants growing, some beginning to flower, and the smell of damp earth made me stop and take a deep breath.
Blaine had asked me to come over after school and help him and his wife Mae transplant seedlings from Boxed plant sales. For a 12 year old kid, the prospects of earning a few dollars long before summer part time job opportunities rolled around was lure enough.