The sun came out brightly yesterday when I was walking. Many people were in their yards, raking, planting, pulling weeds, pruning. These lines popped into my head.I am unhappy with the last line. But here it is for now.

April Gardeners blooming in the sunshine Wielding their rakes and spades and hoes. Bringing order to unkempt yards Disheveled from the winter snows. Debris blows with the cold lake winds And clouds blot out the springtime sun. But hardy daffies and gardeners Warming, summertime dreams have spun.

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