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 Tucked away at the end of a country road a rusty gate led to a vast expanse of land. The land was full of thriving shrubs and trees for the wholesale European landscaping market. Acres of blooming vegetation were divided into neat alignment; the herbaceous perennials basked in the autumnal sun. Perfection! Photosynthesised and ready for shows and rows of buxus freshly pruned that snaked systematically through the grounds on top of the white shingle.  The single customer with the big bucks would appear through booked appointment only, apart from that the environment would be devoid of human contact. I was apart of a tiny team of six that would manage the business. Inside the modern structure a team of four dealing with paperwork, two of us outside, myself and an autistic boy named Daniel to keep the land in order. Daniel was pretty awesome. Daniel was the son of one of the owners so my job preference was to do the two job role as Daniels attention span would be elsewhere. He would often talk to the trees and plants more often than he would with me, and flip out if I pruned too aggressively. He was tremendously gentle and thought that I was hurting the trees. With my lack of horticulture knowledge and Daniels anti-pruning law the award winning plants started to deteriorate.  I was fired. Presumably Daniel continued to immerse himself happily in the world of wildlife.

Tucked away at the end of a country road a rusty gate led to a vast expanse of land. The land was full of thriving shrubs and trees for the wholesale European landscaping market. Acres of blooming vegetation were divided into neat alignment; the herbaceous perennials basked in the autumnal sun. Perfection! Photosynthesised and ready for shows and rows of buxus freshly pruned that snaked systematically through the grounds on top of the white shingle.

The single customer with the big bucks would appear through booked appointment only, apart from that the environment would be devoid of human contact. I was apart of a tiny team of six that would manage the business. Inside the modern structure a team of four dealing with paperwork, two of us outside, myself and an autistic boy named Daniel to keep the land in order. Daniel was pretty awesome. Daniel was the son of one of the owners so my job preference was to do the two job role as Daniels attention span would be elsewhere. He would often talk to the trees and plants more often than he would with me, and flip out if I pruned too aggressively. He was tremendously gentle and thought that I was hurting the trees. With my lack of horticulture knowledge and Daniels anti-pruning law the award winning plants started to deteriorate.

I was fired. Presumably Daniel continued to immerse himself happily in the world of wildlife.

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Tucked away at the end of a country road a rusty gate led to a vast expanse of land. The land was full of thriving shrubs and trees for the wholesale European landscaping market. Acres of blooming vegetation were divided into neat alignment; the herbaceous perennials basked in the autumnal sun. Perfection! Photosynthesised and ready for shows and rows of buxus freshly pruned that snaked systematically through the grounds on top of the white shingle.

The single customer with the big bucks would appear through booked appointment only, apart from that the environment would be devoid of human contact. I was apart of a tiny team of six that would manage the business. Inside the modern structure a team of four dealing with paperwork, two of us outside, myself and an autistic boy named Daniel to keep the land in order. Daniel was pretty awesome. Daniel was the son of one of the owners so my job preference was to do the two job role as Daniels attention span would be elsewhere. He would often talk to the trees and plants more often than he would with me, and flip out if I pruned too aggressively. He was tremendously gentle and thought that I was hurting the trees. With my lack of horticulture knowledge and Daniels anti-pruning law the award winning plants started to deteriorate.

I was fired. Presumably Daniel continued to immerse himself happily in the world of wildlife.

 Tucked away at the end of a country road a rusty gate led to a vast expanse of land. The land was full of thriving shrubs and trees for the wholesale European landscaping market. Acres of blooming vegetation were divided into neat alignment; the herbaceous perennials basked in the autumnal sun. Perfection! Photosynthesised and ready for shows and rows of buxus freshly pruned that snaked systematically through the grounds on top of the white shingle.  The single customer with the big bucks would appear through booked appointment only, apart from that the environment would be devoid of human contact. I was apart of a tiny team of six that would manage the business. Inside the modern structure a team of four dealing with paperwork, two of us outside, myself and an autistic boy named Daniel to keep the land in order. Daniel was pretty awesome. Daniel was the son of one of the owners so my job preference was to do the two job role as Daniels attention span would be elsewhere. He would often talk to the trees and plants more often than he would with me, and flip out if I pruned too aggressively. He was tremendously gentle and thought that I was hurting the trees. With my lack of horticulture knowledge and Daniels anti-pruning law the award winning plants started to deteriorate.  I was fired. Presumably Daniel continued to immerse himself happily in the world of wildlife.
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daniel01 copy.jpg
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daniel_06_web .jpg
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daniel_web_08 copy 2.jpg