Coffee with the County - Remember the Roots
Want to know something about me that you might not already know? I LOVE a good auction. I think it’s because of the adrenaline rush and the search for the best deal of the day. Give me a good auction, and I’ll camp out until my luck comes through.
If you’ve read my column for a while, you probably know that my husband and I built our house about five years ago on a plot of pasture and old corn field. When you build a new homestead in a space like that, it rises up pretty bare, and I’m a girl who loves some good shade trees. So away I went to the best of both worlds: my very first tree auction. I attended, and I was hooked! Year after year, I’ve trekked to the tree nursery to find more mighty maples to line our driveway, our fenceline, and well, just about anywhere else I could find a place to plant another.
The unfortunate halt to my tree auction addiction was the year when we had no access to a backhoe. So here I came, gleefully driving home with a trailer of burlapped trees, trying to figure out how I was going to get these root balls into the ground. Luckily, we had access to a skidloader (that might’ve taken an adult or two on the back to balance out the weight), but the hole-digging was all done by pure muscle…very, very sore, pure muscle.
I’ve enjoyed watching my auction purchases take root and blossom. Every year, especially about this time of the season, I begin to see the buds turn into glistening baby leaves, ready for another year to offer shade to its inhabitants. In 2025, though, we discovered that one of my prized plants was less-than-beautiful. It began to take a leaned shape, and the buds were few and far between.
“Water it!” my husband would say. Week after week, I’d park a four-wheeler trailer with a water basin dumping its contents, to no avail. No matter what we did, we just couldn’t seem to bring back any life into the once lively tree. And now, starting the 2026 spring season, we’ve decided it’s time to rip this one out, with no hope in sight.
By the time you read this column, you’ll be in the middle of National Small Business Development Week. In LaGrange County, we are built on the foundation of small business entrepreneurship which innately understands and embraces the “get up and go” that it takes to develop small businesses. Business owner after business owner has rolled up his sleeves to open shop, produce the products, craft the craft, and grow the business. And as small businesses develop, year over year, they deepen their roots and firm up their foundation. They grow, they expand, they provide broader impact to our communities. That’s the beauty of development.
However, there’s one piece we often forget when we talk about growth and development. It’s very easy to see the fruit of development, because in business, it often equates to an increase in product output, a growth of the staff, or an expanded workplace–the things we can see. But when true development happens, the roots of the business trench deeper and deeper into the ground in which it started. The business is taken care of, and the products or services blossom, but the unseen work is what happens behind the scenes and underneath the tangible outcomes.
Small business development is so much more about the roots than it is about the fruit. Business success happens when the small business owner puts in the overtime to water, fertilize, and support the business, so to speak, when no one else is watching. It takes decisions that evaluate the soil quality (where we do business, how much of it we do, and which employees we start with). It requires an evaluation of the root support (what training to invest in, what processes to implement, and what financing to ensure sustainability). And it takes an intentional, ongoing effort to care for and maintain the roots (who we bring on, when we invest, and when to double down).
While my tree-mothering qualities have enabled all others to grow prosperously on our new homestead, this one tree was destined to fail. It was planted in rocky, sandy soil, and its trunk was positioned in the windiest part of our land. And I’ll be the first one to admit that my watering skills for this particular young sapling were less than par. It definitely could have used more fertilizer and attention, too. Fortunately, our local small business owners tend to their shops much more intentionally than I do my tree, and our eyes have the privilege of being witness to that work.
Take my tree as this week’s metaphorical example, and pause to reflect on the multitude of small businesses in our communities. Without their blood, sweat, and tears–and I assure you, small businesses don’t develop without a few of each–we wouldn’t have the LaGrange County as we know it. Remember the tree-caring process it takes to develop a small business, and choose to support that effort by shopping local this week. Happy National Small Business Development Week, LaGrange County!





