I've never actually laid eyes on him, but I love him. Very few things make me happier than when I come home from work and see that the yard has been mowed, weeds cut back, bushes trimmed and the sidewalk cleared. Raul is awesome. He shows up every two weeks unprompted and works his magic. And he leaves very charming, very low-tech bills on scraps of paper in our mailbox.
Caring about this kind of stuff is a new, bizarre sensation for me. I've never been responsible for a yard in my entire life. Considering the fact that I've killed every house plant that I've ever brought home, this is probably a good thing. Blissfully ignorant of and unencumbered by yard maintenance, gardening and all other related activities for 30 years, I am now obsessed with having a gorgeous yard. And I haven't the first clue where to begin.
This is why I love Raul. There aren't enough hours in the day right now for us to tackle both the inside of the house and the landscaping, so for now he keeps us from looking like the grubby, slacker, neglectful yard owners that we truly are.
Just so we're clear, Jason is in love with the yard man too.
Of course, I think we could be tempted to leave him for these guys.
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