Dave and I are not gardeners, that much is true!
When we moved to this house, we found ourselves a gardner. I like him. Dave is ambiguous; the gardener is a good guy, has four boys like us, but Dave asks him to put the cuttings in a particular place in the yard, and the gardener invariably forgets and puts them elsewhere.
Then there was issue with the ILs. We gave them the details of our gardener and they hired him, but MIL felt he charged too much for what he offered and he didn't garden to her liking - that's what comes of being a keen gardener yourself and no longer being able to cope with the job physically.
Up until a month ago, there wasn't much work to do, to speak off. The maple had dropped it's leaves, and the wattle had dropped pods (I think it was a wattle, I'm NOT a gardener), but other than that, it was ok... So, we didn't call and then it rained... With the rain came growing, and LOTS of it.
Ari loved it, and Bryn just loved having us outside with him! Can't wait until Ari can walk around and enjoy the yard some more!!!
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