We have a Greek cousin who tried to explain our front lawn to his friends.
“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 … Continue reading