I love having a yard but don’t have much time to do anything about how it looks. Frequently the weeds rival the flowers in height, and I wonder whether we might receive a summons from the town public works department. Often the newspapers pile up on the grass to the point that my paper delivery guy once asked me if I had a country house out of town. Nope, I responded, I just get so focused on my responsibilities that for days on end I literally cannot stop to pick up a paper. So you can imagine how little time I have to pull weeds out of the flowerbeds in the front yard. However, after coordinating the bereaved sibling program at the annual conference of the Bereaved Parents of the USA, I de