Over time the band has become leaner, and the words of the lead singer Craig Finn no longer tumble over one another quite as shambolically as they once did.
Now that there were no tumbling roses to distract me, I could appreciate the ingenuity of the trellises: a semicircle of big hoops on sturdy posts.
There were no tumbling rocks the day I was there, but as we rounded a corner, four young deer – two with furry antlers – skittered away from the rails.
He no longer tumbles for cheap free-kicks and, improbably, is even stronger than when he arrived in Portugal.
If Pedro Martínez doesn't hit Garcia, there's no brawl, no Don Zimmer tumbling on the turf, no grounds keeper being pummeled.
There was no shocked tumble to the clay after her 6-1, 6-2 victory Saturday at the French Open; no shriek of delight in the direction of the pale-blue sky above Roland Garros; no who-me?
There were no glaciers tumbling down from the mountains, no ice floes in the water.
The remake has no rough and tumble, it's too clean and symmetrical; no hair in the gate, no irrational or stunning developments and the music cues are glib and unearned.
No sooner had they tumbled from my mouth than my life tumbled before my eyes and, when it comes to my broadcasting nadirs, that one is down in the crowded depths.
And, at night, the cloudy puffs of breath and the mulchy stink of soggy leaves remind us that the garden is ours again; no obligation to clear the table of potting trays for al-fresco lunches, no visitors tumbling into the tomatoes.
