Yes. Mr. Robinson has such a big yard to take care of and would probably appreciate the help.

"...yes. You've got a lot to do and a much bigger garden. I don't mind lending a hand."

There was something about the searching gaze Mr. Robinson sent his way that unnerved and excited him somewhat, but his neighbour finally smiled, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure."

Holding the basket carefully in one arm, he climbed over the thick timber fence, managing not to lose a single berry as he did. It was a delicate manoeuvre, and by the time he was walking up to the porch, Mr. Robinson was there to assist him, taking the basket from him and walking back to the porch to place it on the table under the shadecloth.

"The flowerbeds need weeding if you're keen, and the blueberries need pruning. Or you could finish mowing the lawn - whatever you'd like."

Jason looked around the yard, trying to decide what to tackle first.