This is new mown not new moon. We did outdoor chores today, which principally meant hacking back vegetation—e.g., grass mowing, weed pulling, shrub trimming.
Some of the sweet peas are still blooming. There’s a house on the way to Newberry that has been abandoned for something like thirty years and no one mows around it—and the peas are still going great guns (much more than here), with a good variety of pinks, even toward pale, pale pink.
Skew the pronunciation of the title’s last word to the Spanish, and it’ll rhyme.