Foodscaping
Paradigms die hard. Deep-green lawns of lush thick grass have been with us for centuries, and it’s easy to see why they continue to hold appeal. One doesn’t throw the Frisbee with the kids or practice chipping while dodging tomato plants and rows of corn.
But perhaps all this has played itself out; maybe the current times favor locally grown nutrition, fertilizer composed of composted leaves and garbage, and best, no more lawn mowers.
Craig,
Ah, idyllic visions of village communal life!
How you long for a return back to the Babbits of Pleasentville, where the only disturbing information was in the readership Digest about those ‘beatniks’ and their heavy petting among certain ‘jazz addicted’ teenagers, over in “darkie town”.