He came in grey, A favourite colour with him, Carrying a simple bag With toothbrush and toothpaste, Trousers and a kneeling pad. The day was humid and sunny. Got to work immediately. Moving from left to right Along the borders, Cutting, digging, pulling, As only Bear knew. Filling the green bin To overflowing with stalks The unwanted excess Of a mature garden. She watched him Busying himself, Never stopping for rest. It was his habit This workmanship. She loved him for it.