General

The backyard is a miniature woodland of holly trees and native shrubs, each of them trimmed as if they were green flames. To move about them is a sort of music, a poetry that cannot be spoken in words, yet is heard and calms everything that I am.

General

The children run around the trees, how they have grow together, year on year each getting taller. The children create their games around these gentle giants, babies though they are, whispering the magic that comes from such new souls.

General

Derelict garden, broken bird bath, planks fallen out of rotting cedar wood fence, fence thickly overgrown with ivy, weeds, knee high grass, broken plant pots, a rusty bicycle wheel, crumbling statue, a once cared for herb garden now overgrown, thistles, brambles.

By angela, March 17, 2012.
General

When the police got around to the backyard the smell of faeces was quite overpowering. The dogs had been shut up in there for months with no-one picking up after them. With the scattered first few leaves of fall from the tall Maple, it was hard to pick out a safe place to stand.

By freyawatson81, October 6, 2014.
General

The backyard had once been lovingly paved and roses had been planted in circular beds. Now the weeds grew between the honey colored bricks and the rose beds were overgrown jungles of thorns.

By mudslide, December 5, 2013.