Back in my day, of horticulture school and nursery internships, we did this work by hand. At the end of the day, resetting rows of 3 and 5-gallon boxwood, I would crawl out to my car and drive home, then crab crawl into the house and ice my back. One Saturday morning, after a week of moving hundreds of nursery containers and doing hours of hand-weeding in the shadehouse, my back spasmed in the Safeway parking lot and I lied on the asphalt for a spell thinking about my future. Being a grower was not in the cards I surmised, and I turned my sights from production horticulture to production problem solving.
In the meantime, along came Harvest Automation. These little guys are so cool – efficient, precise, and tireless. Their backs don’t spasm, they don’t complain, they space rows like a boss.