Have I mentioned that we have rocky soil? Granite boulders, shale and stones everywhere. On the weekends, I hear a constant hum from the lawn mowers, weed whackers, and tractors mowing the wild grass that grows high all over our community in the spring. Brett wears full riot gear when he weed whacks -- jeans, boots, goggles and a hat -- because rocks get kicked up no matter how careful you are. This year, for the first time, we had property damage due to flying rocks. On one side of us, flying stones from the neighbor's week whacking took out two windows in the horse trailer. Brett's been trying to find some place that replaces horse trailer windows. So far, no luck. A few days later another neighbor took out a vinyl fence post with flying rocks. He and Brett worked together to reinforce the post and give it a new vinyl cover.
After working most of the morning on the fence post, Brett started replacing the wood kneeling boards around my raised garden beds. The current boards were old and brittle. I couldn't kneel on them anymore without them breaking or falling off. He bought thicker redwood this time so they should last at least fifteen years.
He's the best: