Cole, pale moonlight spills over the garden's edge. In rows and furrows, tiny wisps of green will venture from the ground, tiny markers to show where herbs, fruit, and vegetables will grow, given time, energy, and a little water. And perhaps to better hide the bodies used for fertilizer.
A stark tree of some unknown variety watches over the plot. Ever notice how they use the same word, when referring to things buried in gardens and graves? That sort of thing tends to make a person think;
Beyond the garden, the tall grasses stretch out as far as can be seen.
Wandering into them, away from the house, away from unfamiliar territory and
landmarks, would be a good way to get lost. Or perhaps jumped by whatever lurks
out in the darkness.