During “My New Car” articles I mentioned that I was in dire need of landscaping. As over the years all my grass died. The first estimate was around P 22,000.00 which I politely declined. I wanted to buy grass but at those prices Maui Wowie would have been cheaper. I put out feelers to find a reasonable landscaper and on 15 April, as I was reading about tax deadlines my phone rang, and low and behold it was a landscaper. Next day they dropped by and with their own tape measure told me how much grasses I need and the price P8, 000.00 less than the other guy. Then I found out that the other guy buys all his materials from my new guy. Shocked I was, but I got over it quick.
Saturday morning 17 April, 07:30 (am) for those who don’t understand the “0”, my new crew show up, with every tool required and start tilling the soil, prepping it for fertilizer and compost. There were two workers and two supervisors, which brought back memories of my time in the Navy. Then they started ripping out my old grasses which had turned into a weed patch in sand over the years. Okay I’ll admit it I was lazy and barely watered the lawn. I’ll pay for that this later this week.
Sunday morning the truck shows up and they drop off bags of fertilizer and compost to mix with my dusty soil. Later in the afternoon a second truck arrives with tiny little squares of grasses in large bags, and the most minuscule little old guy starts humping those bags into the yard. Not wanting his death on my slate when I get up to see Saint Peter, I hired three local kids to help the old guy unload. I made a friend, and we had a beer while youth worked and made enough money to load their cell phones.
I believe my army of dogs, realize something good is in the works as I’m watching then practice their, deposit and scratch moves on the dry ground awaiting the new soft grasses. The reason I refer to it as grasses vice grass, is simple, that is what my wife and the professional Landscaper call it, and I’ve learned never to contradict my wife. I handle paperworks also.
The lady who owns the company was very much hands on, I don’t mean with the tools of the trade I mean supervising the guy doing all the real work. But work steady and hard they did, and transformed my mini-Sahara in to a green oasis. The price was fair, the quality of the project very good, and the lectures on how to keep my new lawn forever green, extensive. I have to call my friend Sonny (the well guy) to maybe drill another well just to water the lawn. But the rainy season starts next month so it’ll be fine. Anyway I have their number, I can always re-sod next year. Now for the humorous side to the story, while commenting on Bob’s story about departing Foreigners, I mentioned that I was putting in the new lawn, when a long time LiP reader named Hudson wrote in and reminded me that while laying sod, the green side goes up, which made me fall down laughing, and to him, he gets my thanks for that, and I named the article after him.
Oh! Why do I call the lady landscaper my “new guy”? I’ll let you figure that out!
There is something to be said about new grasses, its feel underfoot, the smell after it gets wet, or just trimming it every two weeks, or just the way it looks. Wish I could buy Astro-turf instead.