I got to thinking about my lawn. TruGreen is coming today and I always instruct them not to put weed control on the back garden. I like my dog, I want to have fire flies in the summer, and think all the various insects and toads, etc that live here have some rights too.
I have a front lawn that from the street looks like grass. If you get up close, there's Creeping Charlie. Pretty little round leaves and it never goes brown. It looks quite good in August from a green point of view. I've tried putting in clover, but it hasn't flourished.
I don't think it is as bad as other people think. If one wants a monochrome texture, then "turf" is the standard. That is maintaining a lawn to a golf course standard. When I look at those lawns, it bothers me as there is no where to focus, so one goes off to the edges to gardens, sidewalks and streets. The gardens had better be wonderful to keep your attention. Otherwise, the eye just continues down the street. That's how my eye works.
As Millie and I go for a walk and pass Randolph's yard which is a corner lot, I am impressed with the great variety of plants that form the lawn. It is a tapestry. Right now there are tiny strawberry blooms in yellow. In the spring it is violets and dandelions. Then it moves on to clover. It seems more alive to me than most lawns. I guess there's quite the journey to get to a naturalist approach of gardening, given our long ornamental history.
The wall of mirrors picture is here transformed into a bubble pattern, using Flaming Pear's Flexify software.
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