The Loss Of Lexington Gardens

To the Editor:

I felt compelled to publicly acknowledge the fall of Lexington Gardens.

I was employed by Tom Johnson for several years, working in the nursery. I would have to say, it was one of the most enjoyable employment experiences I ever had. I had the opportunity to learn and work with a great team of (mostly) women, the heartbeat and soul of the magic that made Lexington Gardens a destination for many. Tom devoted most of his life to maintaining that special image that Lexington had, yet allowing his employees to further that vision with their ideas and creativity. He was a fair employer, his eye on the prize, but utmost respect and allowance for family and how that fit into our lives.

The business was sold not too long ago... many speculated as to the future of Lexington Gardens. It seems we did not have to wait too long. Changes were made, the hardworking core of the business didn’t approve of many of them, nor it seemed, was their experience respected. A steady decline followed. I am thankful that I was not working under this new management. It was very hard for the faithful to remain under such seemingly misguided employ.

The last straw was the recent closing, under whatever guise, left the building on its own. This severe winter has left the bones of Lexington in its wake. When heavy snows were predicted, Tom Johnson would sometimes spend nights sleeping there, just to ensure that the greenhouses would make it through okay. Without his understanding and concern, the new owners seemed to leave the outcome to the whim of nature. Nature won. When I heard of the greenhouses falling, I could almost not believe it. I drove there and sat in the parking lot, able to see somewhat through the building to the wreckage beyond. A space that once held life for plants and people, was reduced to rubble.

I remember the horrific day of 9/11...working in the nursery, paralyzed by the scope of what had happened. Not knowing whether to go home or stay at work. What kept me there? Seeing the customers coming in, not to buy necessarily, but seeking some solace from the horror. Feeling the energy from all the greenery in the nursery and greenhouse, the shred of peace it provided to the soul in pain.

That is the kind of energy that Lexington Gardens had. I can’t imagine how Tom Johnson must feel, seeing his life’s work in ruin.

Here’s to Lexington Gardens. Rest in Peace.

Victoria Maybeck

40 Hundred Acres Road, Newtown                                March 4, 2011