While driving on a familiar road hunting for greens for a client I thought  I saw a mirage.  Quickly making a U-turn and almost getting my mother-in-laws car stuck in a fresh mud puddle, I pulled into the driveway of what looked to be a private home on the property of a large tree nursery. I parked and approached my dream wagon. The floor of the wagon had been covered with burlap to add to the rustic feel of the whole experience. The greens had been freshly cut, possibly even that morning. The varieties – due to the nursery stock – were something you can not find in most markets.  The various trimmings were then placed in large black…