There was a time (not so) long ago… when people didn’t have sms or cellphones or data devices or blogs or social networking… AND IT WAS HELL, especially when you lost the scrap of paper you had written the gardener’s number on. And the garden was growing crazier by the day, and it was stressful, and you had NO GARDENER because you lost the fucking scrap of paper.
I told this sad story to a friend who said ‘does he have Facebook?’.
Maybe he does, what do I know? If anyone should have FB it’s gardeners, dammit! Then maybe FB would be less crazy, and more people would grow plants.
Anyway, I wrote a note and left it on the gate of the house where I saw him last.