Green Thoughts
I’m finally saying goodbye to my lawn. It’s been harder than I thought it would be. For 20 years, it was a good, if fickle, friend, providing soft landings for my children when they were young, offering me a soothing hit of pseudo-nature-bathing serotonin when fully (rarely) green. I enjoyed hand-watering it on cool weekend mornings, a cup of coffee in my hand, waving at neighbors, fulfilling a nostalgic aspiration inspired by some long-forgotten 1960s TV show. It also prompted pangs of guilt with every drought, mailings from the utility department telling me I was a water hog (a broken sprinkler, that wasteful hand-watering). We loved the volunteer dandelions in spring. We hated the crab grass with its woody tendrils. When the sprinkler system fully failed, I petulantly refused to…