The woman contemplated her backyard
after wintering in the Southwest.
Her Northern seaside, decorative grass yard
was in need of trimming. She gave her best.
She clipped and pulled and cut her way along
the dune grass, English Ivy and butterfly bush
and she did it all with a whistle and a song
until the unwieldy wheelbarrow she could not push.
So her husband tending to the pond
made his way to where the wheelbarrow stood.
He took the stuffed barrow topped with fronds
and wheeled it out of sight lifting her mood.
They both had had enough spring cleaning that day
and said till another day the yard will stay.