When I'm being melodramatic (which is perhaps more often than I'd like to admit!) I refer to our backyard as "the concrete wasteland"... because most of our less-than-3m-wide space is covered in the stuff. Grey, cracked, concrete.
I often suffer from backyard envy... but, some days, our space has its own magic and wildness...
tiny baby snails
spiders weaving beautiful webs
seedlings growing from the very seeds she collected
and sometimes a cheeky rabbit pops in for some silverbeet!
So, while I still dream of our "one day" garden, I am grateful (thanks, Maxabella).