The sun shines brightly on the soft green grass. It appears to be freshly cut and the smell is prominent in the air. A soft breeze sways the branches of a large oak tree in the center surrounded by hot pink petunia in a bed of dry brown soil. Few weeds cover the bed, the blanket of strangers is not yet there. The tree's leaves are still a summer green with branches stretching out to the morning blue sky.
The garden is still in season, the carrots, tomatoes, peas, squash, zucchini, and cut-and-come-again flowers ready to be picked. The scarecrow's shirt is disheveled and a straw hat has made his head its homeland. No crows land in the garden. The wood chips between the beds where the treasures lay are filled slightly with soft brown, and dark brown chips of wood.
The shed sits peacefully on the left side with its two windows and boxes filled with blue and yellow flowers. The shed door is askew and three bikes peek out of the left, and an old wagon willed with summer toys and games on the other side. To the left side of the shed is the patio. Its intricate pattern laid years before by the owner of the house. Hours of hard work in the blazing sun were once spent completing the beautiful yard. The pergola stays up year round and the chairs and couch of light caramel wicker are still out. A black fireplace is in the back, few pieces of wood on its side. To the left side of the pergola, is the black metal table and chairs. Its tan umbrella reaches up next to the big-top circus-tent-like pergola.
Never forgotten the in the back, is the playhouse. Built many many years before, when the youngest was a baby. The playhouse has two casual swings, a swinging bar, a tire-horse swing, and on thats rope is about to snap on the end. The end swing is a circular plate on a sunflower-colored rope hanging on at the top by a thin yellow thread. The front of the playhouse has two yellow slides , a straight one, and a elbow macaroni twisted one. A ladder with a broken rung stands in the front and a ramp and rope ladder in the back. On the right side by the macaroni slide, is a short rock climbing wall. The bumpy spots on the wall are the same color as an old tin of play dough and are screwed in rather firmly. A rope pull up visitors up in the back on the ramp. The paths in the yard created by the youngest are behind the playhouse and next to the old rotting bench behind the shed.
An old archery target sits in the woods waiting patiently to be pulled out and used. Wind chimes next to the slider door chime brightly, signifying the return of the fresh summer wind. A mint green arm chair lays on the grass near the shed and is ready for the oldest female to sit and read on it. Or for a meandering caterpillar to sit and wait. Similar to that chair, behind the garden is a fire pit made of gray rocks of all different sizes. This is surrounded but six dark green adirondack chairs once sat on by the eldest and his friends when the rest of the family was out of state.
Music plays out of a stereo and the yard waits , for the family to come.
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