Fernanda left some money so I put grass before traveling.
"You will see what is living in a house with a backyard lawn," she said.
The guy who ordered the grass, said
"You have to have sun. Otherwise it dies."
So I decided to call his Amadeu, does everything here from the village, to prune the trees to make room for the sun. Here's a foot and a soursop jabuticabeira, and various ornamentals.
When faced with the size of trees, he asked for a ladder. Promptly attended to the request, however, the tool would be small to do the job.
"Your Ivo is not there?" He asked, probably thinking of asking you to borrow the ladder. "No," I replied. Your Ivo is the father of Fernando and lives across the street. "Patience," I thought, "There's no way to do job right, shit," and I take care of things around the house. Wash, dry clothes, run a coffee ... Suddenly I heard a call its Amadeu. I went to see what it was.
"At that size're good pruning?"
He sat at the foot of soursop, nearly 2.5 m above the ground.
"It's great," said frightened. Then he asked
garbage bags to collect leaves and fallen branches. He started up a conversation with me. I love to chat with people simpler and older. I could not stand and asked her age.
"7-8", he said, speaking both numbers separately, I think to emphasize.
7-8. 7-8. I'm 3-2 and never could mount a tree. Now he is on the jabuticabeira and can not decide if I'm more afraid of it falling from there or jealous of her layout and simplicity.
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