I never understood the Lawn Urge.
Grew up in a manicured Midwestern suburb, and half the year for everyone was
Snip snip, clip clip, bzzzzz bzzzzz, scoop scoop, carry carry, dump dump, repeat.
My idea of a perfect yard came later: 2.66 acres of untouched desert in far northern Scottsdale. What's referred to in that part of the world as "natural landscape".
The most yard work I ever did was remove the occasional plastic bag caught in a cactus at the end of a windy day.
The rest of the yard work time budget was spent grilling, watching critters with binocs, reading, going for walks, and so forth.
This isn't my place---it's just pics off the Net---but was taken only a few miles away. The "feel" is exactly right:
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