The backyard.

Have you ever seen the movie "the secret garden"?
It's a beautiful garden but until someone passes away and isn't there to take care of it anymore so it over grows, weeds pops out everywhere.
My mother passed away about 4 months ago. She was the gardener. I just mowed the grass. Her favorite section was Lilies of the Valley. But that section doesn't grow Lilies anymore. At least not this year.
My cat love it in the backyard. It's like a jungle. We can never find him. He comes inside when I get home from work at midnight. (I'm afraid to run him over in the driveway one night.)
I don't keep my dogs out very long though, they like to squeeze their butts through the fences. They're little hotdogs. One time my neighbor screamed over "WHAT IS THAT?" when he saw one of my dogs running in the front yard. Yea, he looks like a big hairy rat.

I know this is nothing special. My dad and I were outside two days ago and he said "Wow, I never knew mom did so much." We looked at our gardens, its dead.