My parents have an amazing backyard. My mom's garden is a magical place. Little treasures hide in each corner and it overflows with life and color.
There is a small creek ( a really a directed drainage ditch, but don't tell the boys) that provides a great backdrop for dump trucks, a pretty bench made of wooden churches, a small stone patio with chairs for four, a picket fence, tiered flower beds with herbs too, interesting metal sculptures, a new bean pole tent, a sweet potting bench and my favorite the hammock.
Overall I look at and think of my parents and their sweat equity in creating it. But really I see it as a reflection of mothers heart. Overflowing with an appreciation for God's beautiful creation and a celebration of life beautiful.