Plants, Sun, and Gardening Gloves.

This is my last week as a paid handyman. I spent the last six months tending the property of the historic Rosecroft Estate. As this final stretch has begun, I find it ironic how I can tell that I'm going to miss the place. It was definitely a job that grew on me. I remember the first time I drove up to start work. I was greeted with a firm handshake from a quick talking American man. That handshake initiated the hundreds of hours that I would spend pruning, grooming and cleaning.

It was this job that taught me to innovate, engineer or just plain jimmyrig your way through problems. I became a wizard of power tools, the master of the broom and a brush artist. My hands learned how to work the soil in ways that would put Gaara to shame.

Reminiscing will occur about this job, but for now there will only be smiling. The feeling of having just left a job is so great that I'll be wearing a grin for the next few weeks. Farewell Rosecroft!