It seems like a mirage. The landscaper is here. MY landscaper. You see, what is odd about this, is that I didn't even have to call him. Didn't have to plead or cajole or resort to sending a smoke signal to try to get some attention for my yard. They come in, they don't dawdle. They make it look crisp. We just got an itemized bill at the end of the month. This is very odd.
Our history has made finding a reliable, knowledgeable landscaper a running joke. There was the one who would tape the hand scribbled bill to the underside of the trashcan lid for me to find and decipher, then disappear for about 3 months at a time. Then there was the one who took my money - which I gave him in good faith after it got too dark - as he PROMISED to come back the next day to finish, including hauling away our Christmas tree that looked like a pile of tumbleweed on the side of the house, seeing as it was May (a whole other story). Never saw him again. And the one who put down the mulch I paid for, and THEN trimmed all my hedges and left the broken pieces scattered all over what would otherwise have been a nice brown layer, fresh for Spring.
So now, when I looked up above the garage, did a double take, and realized tree branches were hanging upside down, it was a relief for that to get taken care of without much rigmarole....
What I saw.
What they did.
No more immediately impending branch about to fall on the garage.
Whew. Thank you to the brave guys with tools who got on the roof today!
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