“Do they park their cars there,” they asked? “Do they grow food, do they sit there?”
“No, it’s just grass,” he said. “They don’t do anything with it.”
And when our Greek uncle built a little villitsa by the seashore, in true lord of the manor style, he fronted it with a lawn. But he couldn’t let the rectangular grass strip alone and planted shrubs right down the middle, a somewhat confused aesthetic.
In Edible Estates: An Attack on the Front Lawn , Fritz Haeg unpacks the front lawn—why are we mowing instead of growing?
In various essays, landscapers, designers, and gardeners point out that lawns are holdovers from our manorial aspirations, but they make no sense. Lawns take up our time, they require water, pesticides, and cheap gas to maintain, and they could/should be turned over to gardens.
His proposal makes perfect sense, yet we can’t seem to help ourselves.