Since I started gardening I have focused most of my attention on putting in perennial flowering plants and annual vegetables. I still have perennial plants I want to purchase but on a small budget it’s taking me a while. This year I devoted most of my spring budget for fruit. I have been wanting to put some fruit trees on the property for a couple of years and this month I finally went ahead and got some.
I decided to start with apples and pears. Mom and I found a sale at a local nursery and bought a couple of trees. I picked a Fuji apple and a Bartlett pear. I knew I had to get more than just these two because you need two different species of tree per fruit to get pollination. So I did some research to pick some other types I liked, and started looking around at the nurseries.
I found a Granny Smith apple to go with the Fuji but everyone I called were out of pear trees. I remembered hearing my fellow Master Gardeners talk about a nursery outside of Stephenville called Womack, so I looked them up. It’s quite a drive out of town to get to their location from here in Fort Worth. My good friend Brian, who also wanted to plant some fruit trees, decided he would go with me and we could make a mini road trip out of it.
It was a nice sunny day and we started out after having a great lunch at our favorite Indian restaurant. I was excited to be going to a new nursery and was looking forward to splurging on some trees and maybe a few other goodies. I was anticipating the visit but started to get a little anxious as we were trying to find Womacks on the country back roads. Brian finally spotted a sign and not much farther down the road we found the turn and then the entry drive…which, I wasn’t sure was really the right place…but it was. Good right? Well…
Let me just say Womack has a really FANCY web site with flashy graphics and pretty pictures; but you won’t find any photos of the “nursery” on their site because it’s really more like a farm. There were no greenhouses with neat rows of potted trees or plants. There was a barn…a trailer for an office…a large field, with sand… some tractors… and a large Mondrian inspired water tank on wheels (I’m just assuming it was water. It could have been chemicals. I sure didn’t see any weeds in that sand). So the surroundings were logical I guess. If you think it through, you don’t want to uproot the trees until your ready to sale them. I don’t think that many people make the drive out into the country to buy things. Most of their business is obviously mail order. However, it was still what I had pictured in my head and made me nervous.

When we drove up toward the barn and parked I turned to Brian and said…”You don’t think we have to dig up the trees ourselves do you”? Brian then gave me his famous scolding frown that relayed the silent but clear message, “If I have to get out in the afternoon sun and dig up a tree, in hicks-ville-mac-back country nowhere, then pay money for it; I’m going to kill you and bury you in the hole”. I started to get a little worried.
In my defense I had called ahead that morning to get directions and make sure they had the trees since the other nurseries were out of the stock I wanted. So I knew we would come away with…well, something?
We got out and made our way over to the open barn doors to look for someone. We found a group of dirty tired farm hands huddled together taking a break next to a bunch of machines and hay bales. An older gentlemen, who seemed nice enough, but never smiled and certainly didn’t look happy to stop what he was doing to help some city people, stepped forward to assist us. We told him we were looking for some fruit trees and he asked what kind we wanted. So I started listing them off. The conversation went something like this…
Fuji Apple? “Nope we’re sold out”.
Granny Smith? “uhm…I’m not sure, I’ll have to look”.
Crabapple? “All gone”.
Shinseiki Pear? “Don’t carry that one”.
YaLi Pear? “No, Don’t have that one either”.
Orient? “uhm…I think they’re all gone, but I’ll check”.
At which point I started to get irritated because I had CALLED that morning to make sure they had the trees we wanted. I told him this and he said sometimes there was some miscommunication between the barn and the office. Uhm, you think? (I must note that they did update their website this week and it now says what they have in stock and what’s out…but if you are ever going to go out there, double check)!
So Brian finally just asked, well what DO you have? He told us we might be interested in the Arkansas Black apple…it wasn’t one they listed but they had some…and I picked an Ayers from the pears he had.
He then disappeared with another guy into the field and left us standing outside the barn where I was forced to make eye contact again with Brian. We just started laughing at the predicament I had gotten us into.
The old farm dude finally came back and told us he had an Orient pear for each of us but there was only one Ayers left and it didn’t look that great so he picked out a Magness pear for me and was going to just give me the Ayers for nothing. OK. How could I argue with a free tree? He was obviously beginning to feel sorry for the confused, pathetic city folks. He also found a Granny Smith apple for Brian so things were looking brighter.
He asked if we wanted anything else and in fact, yes I did. I had better luck on the second round of requests and added a Vitex and some asparagus starts to the list.

He said they would wrap them up for us so Brian and I poked around the edge of the field looking at the trees while they got everything ready. I couldn’t believe the trees were in so much sand! And with no noticeable irrigation besides the water tank on wheels (?). It’s amazing that they are able to keep their stock alive under these conditions and with the drought we have been having here in Texas.
I was taking photos and didn’t notice when the large plastic package was dumped in the back of my truck. Everything was bare root and bundled up together with a bunch of wet straw. Oh crap… we really were not trying to be a problem for these people, but we had to ask them to unwrap the trees and separate Brian’s trees from mine since he lives in Dallas and they were going to two different locations. Live and learn right?
Now that I know what to expect I will be better prepared if I ever go out there again. The Arkansas Black apple that Brian got looks like a really nice little apple. I looked it up when I got home and it’s an heirloom apple that keeps for a long time once picked. The limbs and bark are almost black and very pretty (not sure if it will lighten once the tree gets older). In fact, I’m thinking I might get one for myself (but have it shipped this time!)…or maybe in a couple of years Brian and I can trade cuttings to graft.
I gave Brian the Bartlett pear I had bought earlier with my mom because he had been wanting one and I kept the new pears, Orient, Ayers, and Magness. Since the tree whips were all bare root I had to get them planted quick so they wouldn’t dry out. Everything was planted out last week. We had a lot of rain the last couple of days so they should really be off to a good start. I hope they grow and are healthy. Now I just have to patiently wait four or five years for the first fruit!