How about starting a poetry thread for people who would describe their garden or anything else in verse. We did this on another board and people said I am no good at that and within a week you could not get a word in.
My garden is my refuge the place I go to hide,
From phones cold callers and others I cannot abide
With fork and spade a trowel hoe and barrow
I patrol the paths some broad some narrow
Prodding poking dead head an odd weed
Everything done slowly no need for speed
The tweeting of birds the humming of bees
The soft waft of scent on a murmuring breeze
Away from the mad rush continuous bustle
Listening to the leaves as they gently rustle
The constant rush Diaries always full
Remind me of china shops and a very mad bull
My garden my refuge I am at peace with the world
Finished the combat the flags are all furled
A seat in a corner that sheltered and bright
Dream of the past will my tomato's miss the blight.
I am starting you off with my lousy doggerel knowing there are some real poets out there lets hear it.