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As we got closer to the
Yellow Sea the greater my sense of concern. The rain was pelting against
the windshield of the bus so hard the wipers seemed useless. A sick
feeling was building in my stomach. What have I done? It was I who
convinced Dale Deppe, the owner of Spring Meadow Nursery to go to Korea
in search of plants. And now, the two of us were on bus heading to the
coast straight into a Typhoon! No wonder we were the only passengers on
the bus! At first, the Korean scenery had looked hopeful, even here, we
saw plant nurseries and poly greenhouses scattered along the highway,
but soon my spirits sank. The rain came down harder and although we
still saw the occasional greenhouse, the structures now lay three feet
deep in brown muddy water. Washed out roads, rice fields that looked
like expansive lakes and a report that eight people had been washed away
fueled my worries. This was my introduction to plant hunting in Asia. We
had unknowingly came during typhoon season.
I'd heard plant
hunters Berry Yinger and Dan Hinkley tell of their travels, filled
with high adventure, adversity and the general tribulations of wild
collecting in Asia, but my plant collecting practices are quite
different. More like business trips than romantic adventures, I search
out plant enthusiasts, plant breeders and growers in the hope of finding
ornamental plants with commercial promise. My plant hunting philosophy
is simple. The odds of finding a commercially interesting plant in Asia
are much better in a nursery than out in the woods or on the side of a
mountain. Local nurserymen and plant enthusiasts know the local flora
better than I could ever dream to know in an 8 day visit. I had come
to Korea to find new plants for the American nursery market, but as we
traveled into our first typhoon, it was difficult to remember why we
came, and if it had been such a good idea after all?
Our journey
actually began a year earlier, back in my office in Michigan. I had been
reading Dendroflora, a plant journal published by the Royal
Boskoop Horticulture Society. I was pouring over the latest issue
looking for clues that might lead me to a new plant or plant breeder.
Although my Dutch is worse than poor, I was able understand an article
on Hibiscus syriacus, more commonly know as Rose of Sharon. It’s
a showy flowering shrub that has big colorful blooms in late summer, ant
it’s hardy enough to grow out of doors in Northern climates. A small
footnote in the article cited a collection Hibiscus syriacus at Mirim
Botanical Garden in South Korea that cultivated over 150 different
varieties. Unbelievable! Our nursery has perhaps the largest collection
of Hibiscus syriacus in North America and we only have thirty six
cultivars. This was the lead I had been looking for. A source for
something new and exciting for the hungry American plant market. Few
plants offer the blast of summer color that Hibiscus syriacus does, and
not much has happened in this genus since the National Arboretum
released it triploid, Greek Goddess series back in the mid eighties.
Although these are beautiful plants, they are weak growing hybrids that
lack sufficient hardiness. We were looking for something better.
Although my first love is
horticulture, my position as Product Development Manager forces me to
act as much like a detective as well as a plantsman. Years back, I read
of an American expatriate, Carl Ferris Miller, who had stayed on in
South Korea after World War II. He had fallen in love with Korea, given
himself a new Korean name and had changed his citizenship, being only
one of only two Americans ever to do so. Working as a stock broker in
Seoul during the week and as an amateur botanist in the weekends,
Miller, almost unknowingly, built a private arboretum about three hours
south of Seoul in a small fishing village called Chollipo. Mr. Miller
was our door into Korean Horticulture. Certainly he would lead us to
meet the right plant people in Korea but I did not know his new name and
had no idea how to locate him. My next big break came when I stumbled
upon a web page published by an amateur Hibiscus enthusiast (http://members.tripod.cpm/~h_syriacus).
I had found the most comprehensive listing of Hibiscus cultivar
descriptions ever compiled. What a wonderful invention the internet is,
providing the common man or woman the opportunity to freely publish to a
worldwide audience on topics as obscure as Hibiscus syriacus! I
downloaded addresses and telephone numbers for several Korean contacts,
including Mr. Miller's Chollipo address. At last, I had the beginnings
of a rough itinerary.
Driving closer
to the coast, my doubts and misgivings increased. I had written to all
of my intended contacts months before our departure, but only a few had
written back. I had come to learn that Koreans don't use traditional
street numbers for addresses. Supposedly street numbers are a Japanese
invention, and anything Japanese is not to be accepted in Korea. The
mail delivery relies primarily upon the quality of the mail carrier.
When mail arrives in a village or neighborhood it’s up to the mailman
and his memory to do the rest. Fortunately, I had received confirmation
from Chollipo. Miller had instructed his staff there to assist us, for
he would be in Outer Mongolia when we arrived. The assistance of the Chollipo staff was key if we were to effectively fill our two week
itinerary and have any success finding plants. As our express bus
stopped in village after village, I wondered if each one was our stop
and how we would know with any certainty. Would the typhoon ruin all of
our plans? What would become of the other typhoon that was building in
the Pacific Ocean. I had been warned that August in Korea would be hot
and humid, akin to summer in Houston, but no one had warned me about the
typhoons. August is not the time to vacation in Korean between the
typhoons, the heat and humidity, but we did not come to vacation. My
contacts had specified that peak Hibiscus bloom would be the second week
in August, so here we were, driving into a typhoon.
When we reached
the end of the line, the bus driver signaled toward the exit and smiled.
Pleased with his driving skills and recognizing the tension of the long
drive he offered us cigarettes as we departed the Hyundai bus into the
storm. I took the cigarette out of politeness, but it was soon too wet
to light. The torrential rains had soaked it and us as we ran the six
long feet to a small roadside tent that served as a bus depot. We had
arrived in Mollipo, South Korea a summer tourist town without any
tourists, only two wet Americans and a roadside tent / bus depot /
convenience store. My instructions were to call the arboretum once we
arrived, but the tent had no telephone. The shopkeeper pointed across
the road to a phone booth, after I mimed a telephone call holding my
empty hand up to my face.
Few people hunt
plants in Korea. China and Japan are much more exotic, romantic and
productive. Hunting in Europe has the distinct advantage in that we
share a common alphabet, which greatly enhances travel, overall
communication and your sense of security. We chose Korea for those same
reasons most people don’t. Few others have been to Korea to look for
plants so we faced less competition. Another unique feature favoring
Korea is that Hibiscus syriacus is their national flower. Even though
it’s native to Syria, the Koreans have adopted the flower as their own.
In some manner, it has the symbolic significance of a unified Korea,
North and South. We saw the significance of Hibiscus syriacus on several
occasions during our trip. At a government research station we saw a
field planted with of hundreds of Hibiscus laid out in the shape the
Korean peninsula, with each state having a different flower color. We
were guests at the “National Hibiscus Festival” in Children’s Park in
Seoul where politicians and dignitaries lined up at the podium to give
speeches. To a couple of western nurserymen this all looked very
important as we sweated under the intense Korean sun with our silk
Hibiscus flowers pinned to our lapels.
Within seconds
of dashing from the bus depot / tent to the phone booth across the
street, my umbrella was contorted and useless. It didn’t take to long to
realize that using a pay phone was futile. Back in the tent, armed only
with my drenched puppy dog look and more telephone-like gestures I had
convinced a local man to make our call on his cell phone. He motioned
for us to get in out of the rain and into his car. But instead of a
phone call, the man, much to our surprise, revved up his car and zipped
up a narrow washed out dirt road. Helpless and wet best describes our
condition. Our continued attempts to have him use his Sansung cell phone
were as futile our pay phone attempt. Trusting in the goodness of people
was our only option at this point so we sat back and enjoyed the bumpy
ride to who knows where.
Plant hunting
trips are a crap shoot. You never know what you will find. You are
certain to find something new or rare but to find a really good
ornamental shrub is another story. Many of our customers’ clients are
at war the big mass merchandisers. When fighting Goliath, you’re not
going to win fighting it out on price, because you just don’t have the
purchasing power of a big chain. Independent garden centers have
successfully resorted to offering better service and better products.
New and improved plant varieties are an essential weapon in their
battle. That’s one of the reasons we look for new plants. But a plant
has to be more than just new. People want color and easy care, and to
get them to buy a plant, it needs lots of appeal. We’re not just hunting
for plants, we’re hunting for commercially viable plants and that’s a
lot more challenging. Often we come home with nothing, but that’s not
to say the trip was a waste. It’s a slow process that takes commitment
and patience. If we meet the right people and establish the right kind
of relationship, they’ll remember us when or if they ever develop or
discover a new plant.
Our immediate
goal was the Chollipo Arboretum, so when our unnamed driver pulled into
an apartment complex we felt somewhat confused. With the typhoon raging
on and a storm of conversation between our driver and some of the
apartment dwellers, we were taken aback when one of the tenants,
speaking in perfect English greeted us and welcomed us to Chollipo
Arboretum. No, we did not discover any new and exciting plants at
Chollipo, but all was not lost. The typhoon soon headed north, the sun
came out and we had two great days in the arboretum. We made good
friends, ate freshly caught, barbequed eels and washed them down with
xozu (a strong potato wine). The eel wasn’t too bad and the Korean
people were great. That night the storm knocked out the electricity, and
we had a candlelight dinner of fish stew in a nearby fishing village.
When the lights came back on we played ping pong with some of the
Arboretum’s college interns. Although they spoke no English, and I spoke
even less Korean, the oohs and aahs uttered after a vigorous volley or a
surprisingly good shot by the American said it well enough. The Chollipo
staff helped us set promising appointments, told us which buses and
trains take, and called our appointments in advance. The sun was shining
again.
Eight days in
Korea can be a long time when you’re away from home, your wife, kids and
a western style bed. It seems even longer when you’re not used to the 98
degree temperatures and 99 percent humidity. When traveling the country
side, we had a chance to experience the real Korea. Sure, one of our
hotels had ocean water in the tap, but what difference does this make
when there’s no shower or bath anyway. The beds were no more than a
quilt and a linoleum floor, but in some ways it was as enjoyable as
Seoul Hilton where we stayed during the later days of our trip. While
most westerners will never experience the sights and smells of a Korean
fishing village, I feel fortunate to have seen this part of Korea.
After the South
Korean Secretary of Agriculture finished his “Hibiscus Festival” speech,
Dr. Shim, a local horticulture professor who studied at the University
of Illinois, quickly pulled me aside and told me that a television crew
was going to ask me some questions. He dragged us over to a series of
scientific display posters and motioned for us to stay put. I like to
think of Dr. Shim as the Mike Dirr of Korea. Both of them love plants
and both share their knowledge enthusiastically. Dr. Shim was basking in
the media, telling his fellow citizens how he had hybridized a series of
new Hibiscus. This was the one day of the year, he later told us, that
the media was interested in Hibiscus. He was not wasting his
opportunity. Suddenly, all the cameras were pointed at me! Dr. Shim
whispered into my ear, “Tell the Korean people how much you love the new
Hibiscus. Tell them your plans to introduce them in America.”
“Dr. Shim has created the
most beautiful new Hibiscus,” I said proudly basking in my fifteen
seconds of fame. “The American people will love them,” I proclaimed as
the sweat rolled down by brow. Before the day was done, we were
interviewed by yet another Korean TV station, but this time back at Dr.
Shim’s research plots. “We love Dr. Shim’s new Hibiscus,” I shouted over
the roar of F16 fighter jets playing war games overhead, “ … and the
American people will too!”
We’re excited
about these plants and believe they made the whole trip a great success,
but only time will tell if the American people will love Dr. Shim’s new
Hibiscus too. Plant hunting is like a crap shoot. Not all the plants you
find will be winners. Our plants are locked in quarantine for two years.
We’ll have to see how they perform and see if they have what it takes to
be popular with the public. We also brought back other plants that have
commercial promise, but these too will have to be tested and evaluated
in our climate. Regardless, whether a single plant ever makes the grade
and gets into a garden center, our trip to Korean was a success. We
formed some great new friendships in Korea and these friendships hold a
wealth of promise. We had met with a university professor who studied at
the University of Illinois, an Arboretum director with a PhD from
Michigan State, a government researcher who attended NC state and a
friend at the Chollipo Arboretum with whom I had studied with at
Longwood Gardens some 20 years ago.
I recently saw
the evening news where they showed leaders of North and South Korea
hugging in public. This event was even more surprising than finding
myself on Korean TV. A new breed of Rose of Sharon, the symbol of one
Korea, appears to have taken root. But as it is with new plants, its
hard to tell this too successful in the long run. Dr. Shim is hopeful.
He and others are breeding hardier strains of this beautiful plant. New
plants that can endure the frigid winters of the North when it is
reunited with the South. We too are hopeful for Hibiscus. It’s a
beautiful plant that shines in the heat of the summer. Few plants
deliver such color and have impulse appeal. Who can resist the beauty of
this plant in full bloom? Sure, some plant snobs will turn up their nose
at Rose of Sharon as too common, but fortunately most Americans aren’t
plant snobs. So I’ll say it again, “…We love your Hibiscus Dr. Shim …
the American people will too!”
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