Ilham

The side yard was the space I walked past every day without seeing. A narrow strip of lawn between the fence and the house that existed purely as a transitional zone somewhere feet passed through on the way to somewhere…

There it sat, stubborn and gray, right in the middle of my front yard, a weathered old stump that had outlived the oak tree it once supported by about three years. Every time I pulled into the driveway, it stared…

For a long time, the stretch of yard between our front door and the street was the part of the property I mentally skipped over. The mailbox was a plain post-and-box combination from a hardware store, planted in a patch…

The corner of the backyard where the slope met the fence had been a problem for three years. Water pooled there after every rain, the soil stayed soggy, and nothing would grow properly, and the visual effect was of a…

My patio had the specific sadness of a space that had been started and abandoned. The furniture had been purchased with genuine intention one April and by August had faded slightly and moved slightly and accumulated the outdoor furniture problem…

The backyard pool conversation in our house had been running for four years. Not the kind of conversation that moves toward a decision, the kind that circles the same territory every summer when the heat arrived, and the children started…

The backyard came with the house, technically. In practice, it was more of a corridor with ambitions, a narrow strip of concrete and compacted soil running behind the property, flanked by identical fences on both sides and overlooked by the…