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Every first Saturday of the month, I service my mowers. Not because I’m some kind of lawn care monk. Back when I was running a bunch of vans and machines, things would just fall through the cracks. And of course, it would always happen on the job, right when I didn’t have time for it. So I decided to make things a little bit more predictable. Now on the first Saturday of the month,
Takes me a couple of hours. Since then? It’s not fancy. If you’re flying solo, you can just track it mentally or block it in your diary. Because honestly, if your tools are not up to scratch, the job’s twice as hard. And a good workman? Until next time, Get out there, mow lawns, and have fun. Stuart P.S. Need a website for your lawn care business? |
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