The Spring Concert is Starting♪

My husband looked at the garden and
said, "I feel like the leaves just multiplied in an instant."
He said.

"It's been raining a lot (it's practically rainy season now), and
it's been warm lately (it's practically summer).
Isn't that why??
They grow without making a sound, you know."
As I replied... I thought it would be amazing if they actually made a sound.

Pop
Sprout
Swish-swish-swish...

Vines are a bit like horror.
Creep-creep-slither..., drrr...
Sorry, snap peas.
Even though you're bearing delicious fruit.
I still have high expectations for you!

Onomatopoeia won't do.
Let's make this a poem.
Let's assign instruments to them.

It's a classic, but the Somei Yoshino cherry blossoms are a koto, aren't they?
It's a classic, but not a glockenspiel.
The turn for traditional Japanese instruments ends in a flash,
and it's time to tag in the orchestra.
The time of the cherry blossoms is fleeting.

The sprouting of vegetables, gently lifting their heads.
A marimba
that doesn't assert itself is perfect.
Start softly, in pianissimo.

"The crape myrtle leaves are impressive (so many)."
"The dogwood is suddenly everywhere."

Hehe...
Those are the garden's first and second violins.
They excel at Mendelssohn.

"The red robin hedge has grown, too."

R-red robin?
Ah, that one that grows so quickly.
That one is a trombone.
Was that a bit too simple?

"Red robin, should we cut it now or hold out until before the rainy season...,
what should we do this year??"

Wait, wait, wait, talk of cutting!?
They started the performance with barely any tuning!!
Even though the conductor's baton hasn't been raised yet.

No, that's not it.
What rang out was a gong.
The start of a mixed martial arts battle against the weeds that will last for over half a year.
My husband has started up the weed whacker.

Pop-pop-pop-pop...!
Swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish!
Vroom-vroom, vrooooooom,
Zzzzt, whir-whir-whir!!!

When the weekend comes,
it echoes from all the neighbors, creating a surround-sound effect.

If it's going to be like this, I'm joining the fray.
Oh man, the chameleon plant has grown so much...!
Rip, rip-rip-rip!!!! Oh, heave-ho.

The orchestra's performance ends with "Geez, my back hurts..."
I cannot answer to a curtain call.
I'll take a compress over a tip.
I will gratefully accept it.

What are you talking about?