Twas a late spring day as noted in the title and the yard was in full bloom. I had some minor work to do on the lounge chair leaving the yard work to a lively lovely lass who happily shed all her earthly clothing to scamper and pluck and prune and do all those things necessary for a yard to be in full bloom. And she was in full bloom too, with outstanding delights upon her chest that swayed gently, hung nicely, and gave one such as me sweet dreams when laid upon for all my naps. Wondrous curls that fluttered all down her back with every blessed movement. And there in the junction of athletic thighs was the most delightful entrance for my humble, but with helpful strap-ons, vigorous member she did hold so well. Ah, but the morning was still early and the heat well off so I lounged and sipped beverages she refilled without hesitation, taking the time to squeeze each nipple before me for drops of milk for the tea. Of course I took an ice cube out before and afterwards cleaned her well. And so the hours did move on, and she worked so diligently in the yard, ignoring the puppy's play with her own personal leash. Ah, did I not mention that as her only bit of apparel, but she wears it for whatever work there is, making the beds after she has been laid so well, or cooking or washing or crawling across the den to use her nose upon the big screen remote, saving my poor fingers such work. Ah, but the noon came upon us, and a glow all over her skin. She dug at a weed and heaved it over the neighbor's fence, knowing full well he was watching with spyglass from his upstairs room. And then it happened. Oh dear me, I spied it over the rim of a near empty glass, and almost spilled what was left on my shirt. I went over and stared down at it. She stopped her work and marched over. Together we paused to see the activity and then she departed for the shed. Soon returning with several items, and knelt down to pound four wooden posts into the middle of the yard. Then strung one end of each of four loops of rope around the posts. And then standing so elegantly beside me her voice so calm and melodious: "You want me belly up or belly down." I stared at the ant mound, and then at her outstandings and the delightful entrance. Oh, why of why, does she always leave such hard decisions like this to me?