I grew up in a home with a huge back yard that was filled with gardens, pathways, and a small grove of vine maples (Acer circinatum), so I don’t understand the concept of a lawn; to me, it is an over-manicured, outdoor carpet.
I like grasses, but I think they should be allowed to grow to their instinctive length; in a natural setting, in a garden, lining a walkway, or growing from a crack in the sidewalk.
And I love a field of dandelions, which are surely an archenemy of the lawn fancier.
O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
Like fate’s triumphant shears.
Your yellow heads are cut away,
It seems your reign is o’er.
By noon you raise a sea of stars
More golden than before.