Using a mop handle, I hobbled into the backyard to look at the tiny "garden" at the top of my triangular shaped yard. The bird bath that a friend made for me when my dad died is filled with pine needles. The butterfly bush appears to be dead. The weeds are blooming. The lilies are pushing through. The mint is thriving. I crushed a mint leaf and enjoyed the fragrance. I pulled up a few dead lilies from last year. I did not have gloves, so I did not try to pull up weeds. I wanted to move the bird bath, but decided that I should not since I was alone with only a mop handle for support. So, I enjoyed the view for a minute and then slowly hobbled back down the hill with my mop handle for support and dead lilies and a crushed mint leaf held tightly in my left hand.