The wonderful thing is what it has done for my spirits, seeing it all clean and clear under the trees. It was all I could manage to keep it clear around the feijoa trees. I found it most depressing looking out at the work that I couldn't cope with myself, and no other workers could be found... well, none arrived when they said they would, and I was resigned to the jungle getting worse before it got better.
My whistling worker might have a history best not told, he may have his faults, but his cheerful and thorough approach to the work makes a huge difference in my life. Running on coffee, sugar, and the occasional bottle of water, he works like a trojan. Ours is a strange kind of friendship, but a friendship it really is.
Today I am thankful for the return of my helper.