That describes my yard.
If I turn my back on it, it begins to go wild. I've been battling weeds, spraying poison ivy, trimming wayward hedges, trying to keep the herb garden from going native, removing dead squirrels (actually, delegating said task to hubby), and rescuing chipmunks from the jaws of cats.
But its all waiting for just a few short days of neglect. If I turn my back for just a moment, the wild will return with abandon.
A well ordered yard takes a lot of effort - a half feral yard takes even more.
Whew! I need a tall class of iced tea.