The gardens report back.

We lived here nine years without touching that hill. Now dinner ends up on the middle terrace so often we keep a basket of blankets by the back door.

Every landscaper we talked to wanted to discuss our lawn. These people asked what time we get home from work. That question got them the job.

The planting plan came with Latin names and a month-by-month calendar, like a syllabus for our own backyard. Three years in, it has kept every promise.

Their crew rebuilt our grandmother's stone wall with the original stone and you cannot find the seam. My grandfather would have hired them on the spot.

The investment analysis was the first honest number a contractor ever handed us. The final invoice landed inside it, which we are told never happens.

Stewardship sounded like an upsell until the first February note arrived explaining what they had pruned and why. It reads like a letter from the garden.