I have a fairly large property, a little more than 2.5 acres.
It’s my hobby and I love to do the work myself.
During the last few years, however, it got ahead of me.
My son, Jamie, suggested that I talk with a landscaper he knew—Jaime—yeah, huh!
So I hired Jaime to do a small section of my property.
He weeded, he pruned, he shaped, he edged, he mulched.
He turned my overgrown jungle back into a garden.
That section was so beautiful, I hired him to do the whole property.
On his hands and knees, he cleaned out all the leaves and debris from the previous year. He trimmed back the lilacs, reshaped all the rhodies and azaleas, climbed and pruned the cherry tree. He even took down two huge maple trees that had snapped under the heavy winter ice.
Jaime was here most of July and the place looks incredible.
I am so pleased with his work. Now I can manage it. He promised to come back in October to put everything to bed for the winter.
You won’t find a kinder, humbler, more honest man.