I love the fact that I get to see people's backyards as well. The front yard is your face to the public, the backyard is your true face. It feels like you get a sense of who is living there, it really is an intimate view. Toys everywhere indicates a family. Meticulous lawn probably means retired. Sometimes I wonder if you can tell income level by a backyard. Are pleasure gardens with only flowers more for the upper class versus a very practical garden growing food for the middle and lower class? That might be interesting to see if that correlates at all. Seattle might not be a good example with all us urban farmers in the mix.
What I've seen:
- Rusting train cars
- Cows of unknown breed
- Fluffy lambs
- Trees just starting to leaf out
- A tiny dog on the train that reminds me of my dog Buttons that I had as a child
- White tailed deer