Micki's house was pretty much like any other on the street she lived. Well, except for all the plants, and the junk, and basically everything else about it. Originally the house had been one of those quaint little ones with a flower bed, a chimney, maybe some other stuff around back, but Micki had taken over, and felt no shame for this. What used to be white siding was now tinged grey, and covered in odd looking vines.
Flowers of all shapes and sizes clung to the roof and the fence, not to mention the old bike out front as well. But that wasn't the weirdest thing in the garden, dirigible plums sat rooted right outside her front door. What looked like a venomous tentacula sat in the front window of the house, a window almost completely covered by a dense tangle of flowers and vines.
Wolfsbane, dandelions, weeds, aconite, Abyssinian shrivelfig, asphodel, daisies, dittany, Flitterbloom, Flutterby bushes, gillyweed, ginger, gurdyroot, and many many others.
All of these plants sit, overgrown and full of weeds around Micki's house. None of this Micki looked at as she waltzed inside the house, carrying more jars of what looked like tiny shoots of some dark plant, and other various plants in them. Micki was inside for maybe half an hour, before waltzing back out into her garden dressed in nothing but short-shorts, and a tanktop, a huge wide brimmed hat and bare feet. In her hands she held clippers and an empty wicker basket.
She set to taking care of her garden, pulling the large amounts of weeds, and trimming some vines back, overall starting to make the house look better.
((OOC: Anyone can walk by if you want to! Here is a rough look of the house: here))