I have an image of my yard that will likely take years to achieve. All the better, so I will have reason to stay put for a while to work on it. My neighbors have no inkling what's in store; right now the it's patches of various tall grasses sporting dandelions among patches of mowed crabgrass, a small overgrown flower bed, and tomato plants and herbs sunning on the porch. I've also moved almost all of my houseplants out to the porch for the summer. Out here on the Olympic Peninsula, the soil is poor, the sun-season is long days but short weeks, and I'm committed to a push mower. I really don't see the need to waste gasoline on cutting grass. (For more commentary on that point, read this poem.)
Start with the fact of a garden. I grew up collecting weeds, leaves, fireflies and acorns in an urban environment, East Coast, full-press seasons. Then I lived in Florida for 20 years, most of that time in Tallahassee, where planting and harvesting a vegetable garden was easy-- easy because the climate was warm, there a favorable mix of sun and rain, and I was a lot younger with a more supple bend. We ate a lot of fresh picked corn, watermelon, sweet peas, greens and sweet potatoes. In NYC, where I lived for another 20 or so years, I planted tomatoes on the fire escape, learned how to make house plants happy .
There was a raised-bed garden the year I lived in Tacoma, Washington, that was 2011, and it brought me mustard greens, spinach, tomatoes, bibb lettuce, cukes, red peppers, green onions, and a few scraggly carrots. Here in Sequim, you can't even get into the garden shop at Home Depot on spring weekends, it's that crowded. PWN people are folks of high hopes. Although everywhere I've lived (which is many places) people love to garden, to grow, to see something edible come from our own dirty hands.
My yard is frequented by the local deer family, chosen for my particular cultivation practices. A fence may show up some day and then I will plant another vegetable garden. Today I am planning to scatter perennial flower seeds in the unkempt lawn: hollyhock, shasta daisy, goldsturm, orange poppies, echinacea and columbine. Don't you just love the wild flowers that grow along the highways? This is my secret plan, to have a yard full of wild flowers that will melt neighboring hearts to my wild ways.