Kill your lawn.
I ignored mine for over a decade and it quietly turned itself from grass into a naturally low-growing ground cover that looks like clover. It never needs watering and the only mowing needed is to chop down the stray weed here and there. It’s quite nice.
Edit: I should add that the plant that took over is native to the area.
Hell yeah, nice work.
Do you have a picture?
No thanks.
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The choices aren’t just lawn vs mud
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Native plants conducive to your ecoregion. Kill your lawn isn’t an end, it is a beginning to a more sustainable, ecologically beneficial mindset. Takes much much less time to maintain, looks gorgeous, and you’ll see birds, butterflies, moths, bees, frogs, toads, etc that you’ve never seen before. When you work with nature instead of against it, it just clicks.
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There is more than native grasses. Ticks are a result of mismanaged habitat, I don’t have any in my yard despite them being around. I have dogs, no fleas ever either. If you don’t want to do it, fair. But those aren’t legit reasons.
As a dad theres a reason for this.
Hobbies take time and money, maintaining a house takes time and money. You never have enough time OR money. So you make the thing you have to do anyway your hobby.
Godamn that’s depressing
Nah, depressing is the amount of money I shoveled into drag cars for 15 years.
Now the shit I’m good at like BBQ and DIY saves me money doesnt cost it and I get to live in a very nice house and eat delicious brisket regularly.
And the beauty of adult peer pressure is that I can completely ignore it without a second thought, and then go back to browsing Lemmy.
And then I can go over there and say “hey nice job, you can do mine next” and walk away.
I also don’t like neighbors. People in general, really.
I disagree. I experience no peer pressure in that moment, and would liken that emotion to something like pity, frankly.
[Sits on porch and smokes weed]
My yard is 3 different colors of gravel. Shit would be hard to mow. Fuck grass.
