4 posts tagged “chair”

I LOVE this flower! They grow like crazy in the back yard, since we have no real gardens back there husband just mows them along with the grass. We are hoping to get the soil tested in the back yard (do not know what this takes) because the neighbor on the other side of the fence has several huge steel drums. I do not know what is in them, I do not know if they have leaked. But they will be within a few feet of our best place for a veggie garden.
I am thinking maybe some fruit trees, but our yard is not really that big. Anyway, here are a few more photos of the backyard.

Crunching leaves under my feet warm breeze on my face, sweater sleeves tied around my waist. This was my day on Monday. I walked until I found an abandoned house, houseS. There were three on the same lot. You just could not see two of them from the street. It was for sale, so I walked into the neglected yard. The smell of dust and mildew soon replaced the smell of decaying leaves and the joes store potato wedges (they always smell so much better than they taste) I kept pushing myself back into the bushes. It was a lost world, a fairy playland. Windows were broken, the walls were cracked, the paint peeling. I trespassed, I don't learn lessons well I guess. When I was in the back yard, I could not get to the other side, because of all the blackberry brambles. I went around, the back door was open. I cautiously went inside.She used to have a dog, there are leashes and a dog pen. i was snapping photo after photo, quickly. I felt like at any moment someone was going to yell at me wondering why I was there, my only answer would be Curiosity, exploration, art, and admiring the beautiful decay.Would that answer be enough? The thought vanished as I saw the garage door open, I went in. It carpeted with papers and books that have been soaking up Washington rain for the last decade. There were jars hand made preserves, pears and applesauce, jam and pickles. All waiting to be consumed, all out of a garden that used to inhabit the backyard. A straw broom almost worn down to the stitches holding it together. Broken chairs that have so many stories to tell.  I  turn to leave and I see outside of the back door not the hidden yard that is overgrown but the way it WAS. Two apple trees, neatly cropped, and two pear trees on the opposite side. A laundry line with rose patterned sheets blowing in the summer breezes, a sweet little metal gate leading to the vegetable patch where a large basket sits still. I saw what it looked like before the blackberries, before the tall grass, before the broken glass, before the wind blew the large wooden fence to the ground. I felt a pain in my chest wanting so badly to hang clothes on the line, I know that will never happen there again, picking apples for a pie, it all seemed so romantic, so beautiful and simple.

Next spring I am going to plant some fruit and veggies, put up a large laundry line.