Looking ahead, I have already had this experience. This is my recollection:

First Cut

First lawn sculpting of the season, done
Sweat dripping from my shoulders and brow,
Lounging on the deck, under an arbor-frame,
stretched sun-sail, dappled shade,
sipping a cold brew, mind wistfully wandering.

Wind chimes on the cool breeze sing,
“Slooooww…   Slooooww…
            dowwwnnnnn…    dowwwnnn…”
    clink, clink, clink, wind chimes catch the breeze.
“Sloooooww…
                                    dowwwnnnn…
               smile…
and            sloooww…    
                                    dowwnnn…
Be happy, and smile…”

Lawn sculpting done, first cut,
some semblances of an aesthetic,
landscaped, sculpted,
expressionist playground…
for the remaking…
till season’s end… and more brew.

–LE