April Is a Slip and Slide Month

my yard is a slushy swamp black umbrella has blown away third one I’ve lost in a week- all black and bleak my traitorous sandals slip in the mud freshly spread grass seed has been washed away it will have to be replanted after monsoon season nothing is perky or fresh yet April is a muddy mess confident daffodils lead the way to the season with their cheery yellow and white faces nothing else is alive or exuberant yet verdant grasses are two weeks out at least a baby robin has fallen to its death careful nest is lying a few inches away mud makes an appropriate grave April is a slip and slide event