It was a disgrace; essentially the entire front yard of the house
Had gone to weed. Yes,I know, it was a rather verticle slope, and difficult to clear
But the lovey house sitting atop the mess deserved something more – anything,
Would be an improvement than this choking morass of rags:
weeds, oak saplings, interlocked forsynthia bushes,
buttoned tightly closed by and boulders of varying sizes and colors.
In my eyes, I saw a tableau of beauty that needed a restoration.
Nothing could stop the journey to right the wrong.